Lucian didn't move an inch until Caius’s silhouette disappeared up the stairs.
Caius let out a disdainful scoff. It seemed the Alpha of the Stormrage pack was nothing more than a posturing beast.
As he reached the landing, his gaze raked over Selena’s closed door. The hallway was a vacuum of silence, save for the lingering aroma of food and the faint, ghostly scent of her—sweet, overripe berries—that had drifted out when the door was briefly opened.
But as soon as the door had clicked shut, Caius’s fleeting triumph over Lucian turned to ash. The woman behind that wood was unreachable, a prize behind glass.
He felt the frustration gnawing at him. Selena had changed.
Caius was no fool; he had dealt with enough women to recognize a shift in the wind. She was no longer looking at him with
