**Trigger Warning: This is very dark and intense! Read or skip if you feel it’s too much
He turned
“You want to talk about weak?”
Lucien’s voice cut the air clean in half. It wasn’t shouted. It didn’t need to be. That kind of dangerous silence that makes you pray, even when you know the gods already turned their backs.
He stepped forward.
His bare feet smeared blood across the stone as he came down from the altar. His c**k was still hard, still glistening from the mess he had just emptied inside her. His chest rose with slow, steady breaths. His eyes glowed with something unholy.
The man who spoke tried to look brave.
Lucien laughed.
Not because it was funny.
But because it was pathetic.
He moved toward him with the kind of calm that made warriors flinch. The pack didn’t breathe
