He didn't know why, but whenever his thoughts roamed to the blonde alpha whom he had caught laughing with and holding his mate, something irked him. At first, it was sheer bitterness and admittedly, a sharp sense of possessiveness. But as the minutes went by and he couldn't dispel the sounds of Lily's true laughter flashing throughout his mind, he knew it was something more—something deeply instinctual and difficult to understand.
He wanted beyond words to kill him and he would. He had made that unspoken promise the moment his eyes had fallen upon the scene with Cyrus and his mate. He just couldn't do it yet. He would have to be strategic. Cyrus's armies were well-trained and though Alaricus could win the war without them, it would be unwise to strike down such valuable assets at this poi
