The walls were closing in on Jenna. No matter where she turned, Kaelion’s shadow consumed her, Ryker’s bond tugged at her chest, and Drake’s mocking smirk lingered in her mind. She couldn’t breathe without one of them taking a piece of her sanity.
And Kaelion had noticed.
That was the mistake.
Because the Alpha King didn’t tolerate mistakes.
Before she realized what was happening, his hand wrapped around her wrist, iron-strong, and he was dragging her down the academy corridor, past gasping students and whispering voices. His aura rolled off him in waves, so thick it silenced even the boldest tongues.
“Kaelion…!” Jenna hissed, trying to yank free, her cheeks burning with humiliation. “What the hell are you…”
“Quiet,” he snapped, his voice like steel. “You’ve tested me enough, little
