~Aria ~
The echoes of the wolves’ howls follow me long after the throne room empties. They cling to my skin like smoke—reminders of every bow, every set of eyes that saw me draped in silks and chains, displayed beside the Alpha King like some jewel in his crown.
Kael’s hand never left mine as we crossed the hall. His grip wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tender. It was firm, steady, casual only on the surface—but I knew better. It wasn’t affection. It was ownership, absolute and inescapable. Even now, as we stride through the long corridor toward his chambers, his thumb strokes idly against my skin. Not comfort, more like a brand.
The moment the doors shut behind us, I rip my hand free. My chest heaves, fury burning hotter than the shame.
“You humiliated me.” The words tear from me like claws
