Alaric’s subtle nod to the one-year arrangement sent a rush of pure, intoxicating adrenaline straight into my veins. I stood in the middle of the freezing courtyard with my son clutched tightly to my chest, my face an impenetrable mask of Omega submission, but inside, I was flying.
I won.
I had secured the pup. I had ripped Cassius's only heir from his hands without shedding a single drop of blood, and I had set the countdown on his absolute destruction.
But Cassius wasn't finished.
As Alaric’s royal guards stepped forward to force the kneeling Alpha to his feet and drag him out of the King’s presence, Cassius thrashed violently against their iron grip. His green eyes were manic, bleeding with a humiliated, toxic rage. If he couldn't keep the pup, he was going to burn the ground I
