ZANE
Emma and I were finally married, and our wedding day was everything I had imagined and more.
Every detail fell into place with a precision that felt like fate itself bending to my will. But even as vows were exchanged and smiles were given, my thoughts were away from it all, past the ceremony, past the applause.
It was what came after that truly mattered to me.
Power.
I could already picture it, how it would feel settling into my bones, how it would sharpen me, elevate me as soon as Emma and I finished f*****g.
Heck, I could already imagine Arlo’s face first, then Kael’s, the moment they realized the balance had shifted, that power had changed hands, and they weren’t on top of the supernatural food chain anymore.
At the next public gala we were all required to attend, I would w
