Rion’s POV
The warrior’s words hit the room like a slap from the Goddess herself.
“She’s… She’s not breathing.”
Sophia lay there on the bloody marble, chest still, cheeks bright red from Ariella’s slaps, dress all twisted up like a broken doll. The whole game room went dead quiet. My men froze. Tyler’s mouth hung open. William looked like he was about to piss himself.
I shrugged, voice flat as concrete. “Well, if she’s dead, there’s nothing I can do about it. Bury her. And William, do compose an apology letter to send to Dawn’s Creek pack. Keep it short. ‘Sorry your daughter slapped herself unconscious. Better luck next alliance.’”
William’s face twisted in pure mortified shock. The guy actually stumbled back a step like I’d punched him.
“With all due respect, Alpha… have you lost y
