Sloane's POV
My heart lurched.
His words terrified me.
I wasn't sure if Zane had figured it out—if he knew I was his mate.
But in that moment, only one thought filled my head: I had to get to my room. Now.
I needed to throw myself under the covers, curl up in a safe corner, and disappear.
I locked the door behind me and did exactly that.
Then I heard Lucian's voice echo from downstairs, firm and full of disdain.
"You weren't invited."
Zane's reply came like ice—sharp, cutting, and loud enough to slice through the entire hall.
"I wouldn't have accepted your invitation anyway. My Luna is here. I'm taking her home."
Lucian didn't flinch.
He wasn't about to be intimidated.
And when he realized Zane wasn't charging in ready for war, his tone shifted—cool, cocky, cruel.
He knew he
