BLAIR'S POV
I walked towards my chambers with my mind fully occupied with thoughts. It was already very late, past midnight. The corridors of the pack house were quiet, lit only by the occasional flickering torch that cast long, restless shadows across the stone walls. I had work to do, maps still spread across my desk, reports left unread but my mind was filled up with Mia. I didn't mean it when I ordered the guards to kill her stepsister or use her stepsister as a w***e. I just wanted her to be submissive and start fearing me like the others.
Her courage, stubbornness, defiance was driving me crazy. She was the daughter of my enemy, the last living reminder of the blood that had taken everything from me, but yearning for her was becoming unbearable. The bond throbbed under my skin like
