-ALEXANDER-
I stood there, surrounded by the bodies, my mask still on, my golden eyes burning in the dim light. The castle was quiet outside my chambers. No one would dare enter. My fury was too great. And the hunger for Lilian, the forbidden, infuriating, impossible hunger, was still a raging inferno inside me.
The silence in my chambers was heavy, broken only by my ragged breathing. The air still carried the faint, metallic tang of blood, a testament to my raw, uncontrolled power. The maidens lay still, their lives taken by a hunger that only one female could satisfy. And she, Lilian, was off defying me, taking walks in the woods. My wolf snarled at the thought. The bond was a torment, a constant, burning need that made me unpredictable, dangerous.
A knock, light but firm, came at my
