Ashriel
“f**k!” I roared, the word tearing from my throat as Lucien’s footsteps faded down the hall. My fists clenched, the ache in my knuckles a dull throb compared to the burning rage inside me. He was back. And he was going to ruin everything. My pack. My throne. My life.
I kicked at an overturned chair, sending it skidding across the polished floor. The study was a mess, a battlefield reflecting the war that had just erupted between us. Papers were strewn everywhere, the heavy oak table was pushed crooked, and a vase lay shattered in a corner, its water spreading slowly across the rug.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm in my head. It was no use. Lucien always knew how to get under my skin, how to push every single one of my buttons until I snapped. And I had sna
