Keiera’s POV
After the clash between Kyan and Alpha Draven, I hurriedly helped Kyan back to my bedroom. His face was a canvas of bruises and blood, his eyes dark with pain and regret. I grabbed the first aid kit, my hands shaking as I tried to clean the wounds on his head. The fight replayed in my mind, every growl, every punch, the blood running down their faces—raw rage and betrayal painted across their features.
We left the training ground, passing pack members whose eyes were filled with anger and disbelief. They were seething, their loyalty to Alpha Draven evident in their vexed expressions. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel their judgmental gazes piercing through us. Draven was the epitome of devotion, the best Alpha anyone could ask for. Loving, caring, and always p
