Kendrick
The first rays of dawn painted the horizon in shades of orange and gold, but the light did nothing to temper the storm brewing inside me. I stood on the balcony, high above the courtyard, where the guards were unshackling Aiden. My hands gripped the cold railing as I watched the scene unfold.
“Release him,” I had ordered earlier, my voice calm but carrying the weight of finality. And now, I stood here, ensuring that my commands were followed to the letter.
Below, Aiden straightened his shoulders as the iron cuffs fell from his wrists with a dull clink. Even from this distance, I could see the fire in his eyes, the barely contained fury. He turned toward the guards, rubbing his wrists, and I couldn’t help but smirk. The once-confident Alpha of the Rhinestone pack now looked dim
