POV: Nyxara
Purifier guards dragged me to my feet, their hands rough and unforgiving. I struggled, but magical restraints appeared around my wrists, suppressing my power.
"Leave us," Asheron commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
"But sir.." one guard protested.
"I said leave." The Alpha command in his tone was undeniable. The room emptied, leaving us alone. The charming, romantic man who'd courted me was gone. In his place stood a warrior with calculating eyes.
"I should kill you for this," I said through clenched teeth.
"You should." He moved around the table, studying me like a specimen. "I was sent to infiltrate your life. Gain your trust. Deliver you to Seraphine when the time is right."
"The betrothal contract was fake."
"Forged by experts after your parents died. We kn
