LIAM
The sound of my boots echoed through the dimly lit halls as I stormed toward my mother’s chambers, my pulse hammering in my ears. I had never felt rage like this before—never felt such a consuming fire burn beneath my skin.
I was always the calmest among my brothers. The rational one. The one who sought peace before war.
But right now?
There was no peace.
Only fury.
The guards at her door stepped aside immediately when they saw me approach, sensing the storm brewing inside me. I shoved the doors open without hesitation, the heavy wood slamming against the walls.
My mother stood by the grand window, bathed in the moonlight, sipping calmly from a glass of wine as if she hadn’t just tried to have my mate murdered.
She turned her gaze toward me, arching a brow. “Liam, what is the
