The corridor was too quiet.
Alina walked beside a young maid, her mind still stuck on everything Kael had said.
You’re the reason for it.
The words wouldn’t leave her.
The mark on her neck pulsed faintly.
Alive.
Unsettling.
“What exactly did the King do to me?” Alina asked.
The maid hesitated. “He marked you… which means you’re connected to him.”
“Connected how?”
The girl lowered her voice. “Like a mate bond.”
Alina stopped walking.
“That’s impossible.”
Before the maid could respond—
A sound echoed behind them.
Heavy footsteps.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Alina’s chest tightened.
“Did you hear that?”
The maid’s face went pale. “Yes…”
The lantern flickered.
The corridor darkened.
Then a voice cut through the silence.
“So it’s true.”
A figure stepped out from the shadows.
A Lycan.
Tall. Dangerous.
His golden eyes burned with hatred.
Alina took a step back.
“Who are you?”
“Someone who won’t let a human destroy this kingdom.”
He moved fast.
Too fast.
His claws flashed as he lunged straight for her throat.
The maid screamed.
Alina froze—
Then—
A powerful force slammed into the attacker.
The impact echoed through the corridor.
The Lycan was thrown across the hall, crashing hard into the stone wall.
Everything went still.
Alina felt it instantly.
That presence.
Cold. Dominant. Terrifying.
Kael.
He stood behind her.
His golden eyes blazing with fury.
Guards rushed in, surrounding the fallen attacker.
But Kael didn’t look at them.
His gaze was locked on the man.
“Who sent you?” he asked.
The attacker coughed, then laughed.
“You already know.”
Kael’s eyes darkened.
“Magnus.”
The man grinned.
“He won’t let this happen. A human tied to the throne? Never.”
Alina felt the tension rise again.
Kael stepped closer to her.
His hand wrapped around her wrist.
A sudden pulse of energy shot through her body.
She gasped.
“Take him,” Kael ordered.
The guards dragged the attacker away.
Silence returned.
Heavy.
Alina pulled her hand free.
“You almost got me killed.”
Kael looked at her.
Calm.
Unshaken.
“No,” he said.
“They came because of you.”
Her breath caught.
“What does that mean?”
“The war has already begun.”
His eyes moved to the mark on her neck.
“And now…”
His voice lowered.
“You are the center of it.”
Alina swallowed.
Fear crept into her chest.
“Then let me go,” she said.
For a moment—
Kael said nothing.
Then he laughed.
Low.
Cold.
“Let you go?”
He stepped closer.
Too close.
“If my enemies want you dead…”
His fingers brushed lightly against the mark on her neck.
Heat spread instantly through her body.
“…then you are far too valuable to lose.”
Alina’s heart pounded.
Because deep down—
She knew he was right.
And that was the most terrifying part.