The room hung heavy with silence. Kyle’s breathing thinned, his chest barely rising. His fists clenched so tightly his nails sliced into his palms, warm blood blooming in his grip.
“Kain?” he rasped, the name shredding his throat like glass.
“Yes,” Lucy whispered, oblivious to the storm gathering in his eyes. “But you said you didn’t remember him when I asked before.”
Kyle’s skull pounded with a pulse of pain.
Kain.
The Mad Alpha.
The brother he thought was dead.
Lucy, seeing the shift in his gaze, grabbed his wrist in panic. “Kyle... please. Don’t hurt him. You promised.”
His eyes flicked down to her hand, her soft fingers wrapped desperately around his wrist, then back to her pleading face. He was trembling, not with fear, but with the rage threatening to rip free. He wanted to h
