Alpha Ryker stormed down the corridor, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. Every step echoed through the marbled halls, and the guards stationed along the walls knew better than to speak. His aura was fire, laced with bloodlust. His mate — his mate—was gone. Vanished. And the only answer staring back at him had been an empty chair where Kaelion Vexmoor once sat.
He knew. He took her.
The thought burned like acid through Ryker’s skull. He threw open his chamber doors with a roar, the wood slamming against the wall so hard it splintered.
“She betrayed me,” he growled aloud, as if voicing it would tame the chaos in his chest. “She f*****g betrayed me!”
He crossed to the drawer near his desk and yanked it open, pulling out the bottle of Shadowfang whiskey — a brutal liquor
