Kiara Pov
He stood framed in the dark threshold, his broad shoulders blocking out almost all the torchlight from the corridor outside. His face was carved in shadow, impossible to read, but his eyes were burning with an unholy, molten gold that vibrated in the dark the raw, volatile wrath of his wolf.
"My King," Bernard said, taking a cautious step forward with his hands lifted, a nervous sweat already breaking out along his hairline. "You said downstairs... you told the entire table she was ours to discipline. You gave us your word."
"I changed my mind," Zayn repeated softly.
He took a single step into the room.
The air pressure plummeted instantly. A suffocating weight flooded the small chamber, so heavy and dense that Bernard staggered, his heels catching against the wooden footbo
