Enough
Elena's POV:
I didn't know how long I had been in the bathroom, pacing back and forth, my mind racing with fury. Every breath I took felt like a thousand volts coursing through me, and the only thing I could think about was how much Kane had betrayed my trust. The heat had been bad, yes—god, it had been unbearable, but it had ended after we fucked. That didn't mean he had the right to do this. To go ahead and mark me while I was unconscious, asleep, vulnerable... having sex with him didn't mean I also wanted to be marked!
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, but the sharp pain wasn't enough to distract me from the simmering rage building up inside me. I didn't give a damn about mating. I didn't care if it was a bond, some sort of primal instinct or connection we couldn't control. What mattered was consent, and Kane had taken that away from me.
He had crossed a line.