Darius' POV.
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the dining hall, but its warmth did little to ease the chill in my chest. I sat at the head of the long table, my plate untouched.
My eyes were drawn to her—Sara. She sat a few seats away, her gaze focused on the cup of tea in her hands. She looked… uneasy, like something was bothering her.
Well, I'd be more uncomfortable too if a Lycan King pinned me to the bed and tried thrusting his d**k into my wet slits but didn't. It'd be awkward for the rest of the moon month too.
But it wasn’t just her mood that set me on edge. It was the way Jason, my brother, kept staring at her.
Jason leaned back in his chair, his usual smirk plastered on his face as he watched her. His blue eyes gleamed with something I didn’t like, somet
