The Claim
Kael
The air in the room was so thick with tension I could taste it. My muscles coiled, ready to tear Darius’s throat out. He was moving, but I was faster. I shoved him hard against his desk, the wood groaning under his weight.
"Don't you f*****g touch her!" I roared, my voice vibrating in my chest.
Darius scrambled up, his eyes burning with that manic, possessive gold. "She’s mine, Kael! I’ve been looking for her for weeks. You think you can just waltz into my pack and take her?"
I didn’t even glance at him. My eyes were locked on Rhea. She was standing there, chest heaving and her knuckles white. She looked like a trapped animal, but beneath the fear, there was a flicker of something else, like a dark, chaotic joy.
"Rhea," I growled, reaching out a hand. "Come here. Now."
