DARIUS'S POV
I stormed into the packhouse, blood still on my hand from the glass. Lila’s words burned in my head, her defiance like a knife. She was locked away now, but her hate made my chest ache.
My wolf growled, furious at her rejection. I’d make her love me, no matter what. The packhouse was quiet, but I felt eyes on me, judging.
Alpha Roderick stood in the hall, his glare cold. He didn’t know about Lila yet, my prize. I straightened, ready to show him I was strong.
“You’re late,” Roderick snapped, his voice sharp as a whip. He stepped closer, towering over me. My jaw tightened, but I stayed silent.
I’d brought Lila back, my victory. Her screams for Asher still echoed, though. Why couldn’t she see I was better?
Roderick’s hand cracked across my face. “Useless beta,” he spat, hi
