Raiden’s POV
Voices blur together around me while palace staff continue directing guests toward their assigned wings. Warriors move luggage through the grand entrance while luxury vehicles line the circular drive below. Music drifts faintly through the courtyard from somewhere deeper inside the palace where tonight’s feast preparations are already underway.
None of it holds my attention anymore. Because standing beneath the balcony lights above us is a silver-haired girl with bruises on her face looking entirely too out of place among all this wealth and royalty.
Nyx stills instantly. Then he lets out a low growl. “Mine.”
My brows pull together immediately. “What do you mean mine?” I ask him.
My wolf continues staring upward. “She’s mine,” he repeats firmly.
I grit my teeth. “Is that
