Serena
"I want her cleaned, fed, and brought to my tent," he said. "Now."
His voice echoed like thunder in the silence.
The rogues didn’t speak. They didn’t move. They only watched as Xavier—their Alpha, their king—turned and walked away through the crowd. His tall frame moved with calm authority, his dark cloak trailing behind like shadows themselves bowed to him.
No one dared stand in his way. They parted like the sea, eyes down, bodies tense.
He didn’t look back.
But I felt his gaze.
The way his eyes had scanned me—like I wasn’t just some beaten wolf or broken girl—but something rare. Something dangerous.
Or something precious.
My skin still tingled from where he’d touched my face. My cheek burned where he’d wiped away the blood. There was something in his touch I couldn’t expl
