-ALEXANDER-
The cold stone of the dungeon, the lingering scent of death, the brutal finality of Uriel’s execution—it was all a blur. My mind was singularly focused on one task: retrieving the head. Not just to prove my command, but to shatter any last vestige of defiance in Lilian. She had screamed that she hated me. She had called me a monster. She had dared to compare me to a brute. Now, she would learn the true cost of those words. She would learn the definition of mine.
I strode back towards my chambers, the heavy silence of the castle amplifying my relentless steps. My wolf was still thrumming with dark satisfaction, a cold, predatory triumph. No one would ever come between us again. No one would dare to offer her comfort, or kindness, or a gaze that wasn't filtered through my abs
