POV Bait
The Alpha’s chamber reeked of smoke and blood. Derrick paced before the hearth, claws digging shallow grooves into the oak table with every pass. His amber eyes burned, his aura thick with rage.
“She dares grow stronger,” he snarled. “She dares wield shadows against me. My wolves whisper her name as though she is more than prey. And Lucien—” His lip curled, voice dropping into a growl. “He mocks me every moment he breathes.”
Mona sat in the velvet chair by the fire, golden hair glimmering in the glow. Her posture was graceful, her smile soft, but her eyes were sharp as knives. She sipped her wine slowly, letting Derrick’s fury thunder unchecked.
When he slammed his fist into the wall, she finally spoke. “Then don’t chase her.”
His head snapped toward her. “What?”
“Don’t chas
