Lucien’s POV
THE SIGHT seared itself into me—the balcony’s cold stone biting under my hands as I stared down at them.
Kael’s mouth on hers. Celina’s lips are yielding. For a heartbeat too long, she didn’t fight him. She kissed him back.
The wolf in me broke its leash.
The sound I made wasn’t human—it was a guttural snarl, echoing across the courtyard, rattling windows. They both jerked apart, her hand flying to her mouth, his smirk daring me like a blade across my throat.
I didn’t remember climbing down the marble steps. My body moved faster than thought, claws shredding from my fingers, my bones trembling with the shift. The crowd of onlookers, servants, stragglers in gowns and tuxedos—none of them mattered. The only thing I saw was him.
Kael.
I hit the ground like thunder.
“Lucie
