Dimitri’s POV
The chamber walls pressed in on me as dawn approached, marking the end of our third night of torture.
Seventy-two hours of breathing Seraphina's scent, watching her move, hearing every whimper and sigh, doing a few things to her but not being able to sink myself into her the way my wolf and my c**k demanded.
We had passed the first test. Barely. My control hung by a thread so thin it could snap with her next breath.
But it was the second test that had my wolf pacing, snarling and ready to tear apart anything that moved.
Combat.
Challengers who would try to take my pack, my territory, my mate. The Council's message had arrived an hour ago, delivered by Viktor's grim face through the chamber door.
Three Alphas would come tomorrow at sunset.
I'd fought for this pack
