The wind stilled. The night fell silent.
Lily stood frozen in the clearing, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.
And then—he stepped forward.
The moonlight illuminated his towering form, making his golden eyes glow like burning embers. Every inch of Raphael screamed dominance, strength, and power. But there was something else in his gaze.
Possession.
Recognition.
And anger.
His wolf was near the surface, radiating a primal need that made the air thick with tension.
Lily’s entire body tensed.
Kieran moved beside her instantly, his presence grounding, protective—but even he knew this was a fight he couldn’t win. Not against an Alpha King.
Not against her mate.
“Lily.” Raphael’s voice was a low growl, barely restrained.
Her name on his lips sent a strange shiver down her
