DARIUS'S POV
I stumbled into the packhouse, the whiskey buzz still hot in my veins. Lila’s hate and Roderick’s slap fueled my rage, pushing me forward. My wolf growled, hungry for power, ready to make them both pay.
The dining hall was quiet, dimly lit. Roderick sat at the head of the table, his face stern. He barely glanced at me, like I was nothing, just his useless beta.
My hand throbbed from the glass I’d smashed earlier. Lila’s words, “I’ll never love you,” echoed in my head. I’d show her, show everyone, I was more than they thought.
“Sit,” Roderick barked, his voice sharp. I forced a smirk, hiding my fury. My plan was brewing, dark and perfect, waiting for its moment.
The table was set with bread, meat, and pitchers. Roderick’s eyes judged me, cold and hard. My wolf snarled, hat
