KINGSLEY POV
* Circus Psycho - Diggy graves*
Seeing that sorry excuse of an Alpha—Jonas, our enemy, our mate’s tormentor—strung up like livestock, shirtless, bruised, barely breathing, was... hilarious.
And of course, Keegan couldn’t be professional. The second he saw the damn apple in Jonas’s mouth, he let loose. Laughed like a lunatic. I mean, I get it. I really get it. The image was ridiculous. A once-feared Alpha trussed up like a pig for slaughter, head hanging low, dirt crusted over blood, body limp with humiliation.
But I didn’t laugh.
Not because it wasn’t funny. It was—darkly, sickeningly funny—but because I was too damn focused on keeping Shadow at bay. My wolf was snarling under my skin, aching to rip through muscle and bone, but I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not here.
