DARIUS'S POV
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I sat across from Roderick at the dining table, my clean glass empty in my hand. His eyes bored into me, cold and judging, like always. My wolf growled low, knowing the wolfsbane in his juice was already working.
“You’ve been a terrible beta,” Roderick said, his voice sharp with scorn. He leaned forward, pointing at me, his words heavy. “You’re useless, Darius, always failing me.”
My jaw clenched, but I kept my smirk hidden. His insults didn’t matter now; the poison was in him. I sipped my juice, calm, waiting for my moment.
Roderick’s face was hard, his fork stabbing his meat. “You think you’re strong?” he sneered, shaking his head. My wolf snarled, hating his voice, but I stayed still.
Lila was upstairs, locked away, her hate fueling me. I’d be alpha soon, and she
