“Alpha Kael… oh wait,” I scoffed quietly, tilting my head. “It’s just Kael now, isn’t it? You’re no Alpha anymore.”
A moment passed, heavy with tension, before I added, “You’re not welcome here.”
The silence was cut short by a sharp voice, rough and layered with command.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Kyo’s voice slashed through the air like lightning.
I didn’t need to see his face to know his jaw was clenched. I felt it in the way the atmosphere shifted—dense and charged.
“If you’re allowed to roam freely around the pack,” Kyo said, his tone laced with warning, “then roam. But don’t touch anything that belongs to me—my home, my space... NYX.”
The last part sent a strange thrill down my spine. Possession. Command.
Kael's voice came softer but still filled with defiance. “I was
