Dominic POV.
The iron door slammed shut, but her scent still lingered in my lungs. It lingered like a poison I didn’t want the antidote for.
Property.
The words Silas had just spoken didn’t register in my human mind. It hit the base of my spine, waking a low tectonic growl that vibrated through my bones. My wolf—the beast the North called the Midnight king, was pacing behind my ribs, his claw dragging against my composure. He didn’t see a traitor's daughter. He saw our mate. And the idea of anyone calling her property made him want to paint the snow with Solari blood.
I strode down the dark corridor of the dungeon level, my boots hammering against the stone.
Silas fell into step beside me, his movement silent despite
The frantic pace. “It’s a black carriage, Alpha marked with the hi
