“Surrender your Cursed Mate,” Alpha Lord Darius said, remaining on one knee, his cold eyes glinting in the torchlight, “and I will help you reclaim your throne.”
Cassian didn’t lower his heavy silver sword by a single inch. His shoulder was a solid wall in front of me, his Alpha aura flaring out in heavy, suffocating waves that made the surrounding guards flinch.
“You think I would trade her for a crown I never asked for?” Cassian’s voice was dangerously quiet, vibrating through the cold stone beneath our feet. “You’ve misjudged me, Darius. And you’ve misjudged what she means to me.”
Darius’s calculating smile vanished instantly. He rose to his feet, stepping back behind the circle of armored men. “Then you are a fool, Cassian. And a traitor to your own kind.”
“Lyra! Now!” Cassian roar
