♣ Darius ♣
“Darius—please!” she called out, her voice quiet but raw enough to stop me in my tracks.
She never begged. That wasn’t her style. Sylvara was the kind who bit back even when she was bleeding. But tonight, her eyes told a different story—dimmed light, trembling hands she tried to hide, silence that clung to her like frost. She masked it all with hatred, but I saw through it. I always did.
And it killed me.
Not the quick kind of death. Not the kind that comes with claws or bullets. This one was slower—poison seeping through veins, an invisible dagger twisting deep in my chest. I wasn’t built for softness. I ruled with dominance, control, and fear. The pack followed my command because they knew what I could do. Yet watching her fold in on herself like that, like something insid
