Blake POV
The corridor outside the throne room shook with the force of my steps. I didn’t try to soften them. Let the guards hear. Let the walls tremble. Let the castle understand the storm simmering beneath my skin.
Kaelis. My father. The court.
They wanted her.
My wolf.
My mate.
My doll, in title only.
My curse snarled inside me, heat rising like molten iron. Blaze bellowed in my mind, barely contained.
We take her. NOW. We fly. We hide her.
“I know,” I hissed under my breath. “But if we flee openly, they’ll hunt us both.”
They already intend to claim her.
That was the problem.
They weren’t going to let this go. My father’s tone had been final. Kaelis’ eyes—calculating. They saw Elle as an object to inspect. A commodity. A weakness.
My weakness.
And to dragons…
a prince’s
