Chapter 55 - Tristan POV
My midsection still aches, a dull reminder of the storm that is the Alpha Prime's mate.
I didn't even see the blow coming. One moment I was staring at the door, and the next, I was on the floor gasping for air, blood filling my mouth. Kellan didn't stop her. He only restrained her when it became clear I might not get up again. If that isn't a soul bond, I don't know what is.
And now, I'm under a direct order. Stay away from Nathaniel.
Which would be fine. If he wasn't sitting just a few feet away. If he didn't smell like fresh citrus and wildflower honey. If he didn't laugh like summer rain and smile like he invented the damn thing.