Vardis' POV
Elena. Elena. Elena.
"f**k," I muttered, slamming my palms onto the mahogany desk. I couldn't take my mind off her.
If there was one thing I absolutely despised, it was being distracted. I was the Lycan King; my mind was supposed to be a fortress of cold strategy and ruthless focus. Yet this woman—this infuriating, fascinating woman—was completely dismantling my self-control.
“You don't have to hide your eyes from me anymore,” her voice echoed in my head, soft and terribly genuine. “I actually like them.”
A grim, humorless smile touched my lips as I leaned back in my leather chair. My eyes. The very eyes that had made my childhood a living hell. The eyes that had terrified grown alphas and made children scream. Because of my heterochromia—one piercing silver, one burning
