Kael’s POV
They hurt her.
They whipped her.
They made her bleed.
And I wasn’t here to protect her.
I step forward, and the world narrows to this single moment of retribution. My wolf is howling for blood, demanding justice for our mate, and I don’t fight it.
Before anyone can react, I thrust my hands into the chests of the two guards holding the whips and rip out their still-beating hearts.
The satisfaction that floods through me is dark and primal.
These men hurt what’s mine.
They deserve this. They deserve worse.
Their bodies slump to the ground with wet thuds. Blood pools on the pristine marble floor, spreading outward in thick crimson rivers.
A collective gasp echoes through the throne room. Someone screams. Several nobles press themselves against the walls, looking frantica
