But it was too late.
Through the frayed threads of my mate bond, I felt it then—a violent shift in energy, like a crashing wave building momentum.
And then he was there.
Alexander’s arrival was nothing short of overwhelming, his presence cloaking the sacred ground in heavy, dominating power.
His molten, golden-red eyes zeroed in on Marcus with a ferocity that made the air seem to ripple and hum. His steps were slow, purposeful, and terrifyingly deliberate as he closed the distance between us.
Marcus barely had time to react before Alexander’s hand shot out, grabbing him by the lapels and slamming him against the mossy cave wall with bone-jarring force.
Alexander’s wolf roared through him. “You dare strike my mate?”
The sheer dominance in his tone made even the ground beneath
