The cavern was no longer just stone and silence—it was a battlefield of gods.
On one side, the First Alpha, chains shattering from his colossal frame, shadows dripping like molten tar from his claws. On the other, Kieran, eyes glowing amber, smile carved from hunger and victory. Two predators, ancient and relentless, with one prize between them.
Lyra.
Her pulse thundered as both their gazes locked on her, burning her alive in two different ways—one with raw, endless power, the other with obsession sharp enough to cut bone.
Her mates closed ranks around her, forming a barrier of muscle, fur, and fury. Kael stood before her, chest heaving, golden eyes lit with a savage promise. Ronan bristled at her flank, wolf form crouched low, lips curled back in a snarl. Lucien’s blade gleamed faintl
