“I broke my chains. Now I’ll break him.”
The silver cuffs clattered to the stone, blood running down my wrists.
The pain was nothing compared to the sight in front of me—Aria bent over the altar, trembling, flushed, slick with him. Ronan still inside her, his teeth at her throat, his hands on what was mine.
Something in me snapped.
I roared and lunged.
We hit the ground hard, claws sinking into his shoulder. Ronan snarled, twisting beneath me, and we rolled across the cold stone, teeth flashing, blood spattering the ancient symbols carved into the floor.
“You—” I slammed my fist into his jaw, feeling bone crunch, “—touch—” another blow, “—her again—” another, until my knuckles split, “—and I’ll tear you apart!”
Ronan’s laugh was blood‑choked, wild. “She wanted it, Alpha. You felt it
