“So be it,” Fitz said, standing up from his throne.
“Any last words,” the king asked.
“Only that I am sorry. Eliza I am so sorry I believed her. I love you, I always did,” Greyson declared.
Fitz felt the swirl of jealousy rising in his stomach. Before Greyson could say anything else to confuse his angel or have her beg him for mercy for her former love, he unsheathed his silver sword, and plunged it into Greyson’s chest, before pulling it out, and decapitating the alpha.
A pool of blood oozed from the body of the dead and disgraced former Alpha, coating the floor in a carpet of red thick liquid. The enforcers, gathered his body, and his head, placing it onto the long table mortuary table, which resided at the side of the throne room, and covered it with a shroud.
Eliza gasped, G
