Kai POV
Atlas is clawing at my control, a savage storm raging beneath my skin, howling to punish Elvira for that slap - the vivid image of Leila’s porcelain cheek blooming red under her palm burning in my mind like a white-hot brand. Those hazel eyes of hers, wide with shock yet blazing with quiet defiance, stir something primal and fierce in me, a protectiveness that roars through my veins and makes my blood thunder. Elvira’s pushing boundaries she has no right to cross, her malice toward Leila escalating into something venomous and unforgivable. That slap was a line crossed in blood, and every instinct screams to drag her before the pack, to strip her of status and make her pay.
But I can’t. Not yet. Her pregnancy, even though something feels off. Her insistent claim that the pup is mi
