Kira’s POV
“You….” My words were shoved back into my throat as Darius swiftly moved toward me and grabbed my throat. I gasped in fear, my eyes wild as I held his wrist, trying to take his hands off me, but it was useless, he was too strong.
“Tell us, Kira,” he sneered, his voice laced with anger. “How desperate were you to become a mistress?” Darius spat in anger, his eyes blazing with a rage that looked so familiar, a rage I had seen just once, and that was four years ago in the pack hall, where my parents were being beheaded.
He gritted his teeth, his jaw tight. “What offer did you give to my uncle? What did you give him in exchange to be his mistress?” he spat,
My eyes widened in fear and confusion, but I couldn’t speak. His grip on my neck was almost choking me. My wolf was pacing
