Xavier'S POV
I stroked her hair as she slept in Lysander’s arms and Kaelen focused on healing her. Overwhelming possessiveness stirred in my chest. I didn’t want to take her away from my brothers. She belonged to each of us equally, and we to her. No, the feeling came from that f*****g vampire, Alex, who’d dared to taste our woman.
I was glad Chantrea had decided on swift, traditional justice or I would have demanded it myself. There were parts about the old ways that I appreciated—though not many of them. Having the Nox Coven Cartel under my roof sent a chill to my bones. They reminded me of the coven I grew up in. The same aloof demeanors, a strict hierarchical structure, and harsh punishments.
Being at the very bottom of that viper’s nest was the worst possible place in the world. A
