Shyla’s P.O.V.
A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of my stomach as Maddox stalked towards me dangerously, his every single step increased my heart rate.
The murderous glint in his eyes was a beast, holding me captive, taking control over my entire being. My mate was testing my patience with this prolonged suspense.
In a Court full of lycans, I was unable to move an inch; although a part of me was urging me to run. Yet, I knew that I hadn’t come this far just to flee.
If it was the end of my son’s life, I would have to face it while looking into his murderer’s eyes.
After all, why would Maddox sacrifice his throne for an unwanted child?
I tried not to cry, but still a lone tear rolled out of my eyes, followed by a prayer from the depths of my heart.
“Please end my mi
