[Luca P.O.V.]
The corridor to Kayn’s war chamber stretched long and narrow, every footstep a deliberate echo of control. This part of the Ice Howler compound was built from black stone and cold walls that remembered war, floors that had seen blood. My boots struck hard with each step, but my expression never shifted.
I didn’t let myself think about Rhea.
Not about the way she looked when I pulled her up by her hair. Not the way her body moved exactly how I told it to. Not even the nights she’d spent in my bed, restrained and moaning under me.
Those moments were never about her.
They were about power. Control. Obedience.
And she had given it all to me.
That was what I’d brought to Kayn.
When I entered the chamber, he was already waiting. His arms folded over his chest, posture strai
