A few moments earlier, Syzar had stood on his private study’s balcony when he noticed a familiar flash of golden hair in the arms of his beta. The alpha held a dark stare as he watched the commotion below.
He watched his beta carry Celeste in his arms to her room, and a deep, bitter feeling rolled and twisted inside.
His wolf thrashed with a possessive roar, one that was restless because no one else should touch her but him; no one could ruin her but him.
He still trailed his hand to the alcohol tray, downing a glass. The warm gall scratched and burned down his throat just as Cassian walked in, his brow rising in question as he felt the alpha’s aura sour.
“Where is Callix?” he snarled, just as the door opened and the beta’s twin walked in. A second glance at his brother proved a cluele
