Klaus’s POV
Sometimes I wondered how the Moon Goddess had the patience not to strike certain people down where they stood.
The council’s envoy had barely cleared the threshold of my office before I felt the urge to hurl a chair at the door he’d just closed. My hands curled into fists on the desk instead, knuckles cracking with the strain. My wolf bristled under my skin, demanding violence, demanding satisfaction.
To accuse me—me—of deliberately hiding my mating ceremony?
The arrogance. The insult.
The mating had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. Twenty-four hours, and the council was already breathing down my neck as though I had betrayed some sacred law. I should have been allowed to celebrate my bond with Aria, to savor it, to breathe in her scent in peace. Instead, the envo
