Callum
I hadn’t even finished processing what she said—what she meant, or if she’d actually go through with it—when Bianca turned, eyes sharp, lips already forming her threat.
I knew that look. The kind worn by people who believed power was inherited, not earned.
“Callum,” she said sweetly, too sweet. “If you want to stay with the Alpha Princess, I need you to do something. I’ve had enough of this.”
No room for negotiation. I raised an eyebrow, silent.
She stepped closer, heels echoing across polished floors. Her dress trailed like smoke, but beneath the polish, something sour twisted.
“I want her to feel it,” she said.
My chest tightened. My wolf stirred.
“Liora,” she clarified, though she didn’t need to. “Make her feel the material bond rip. Let her feel what rejection really mea
