Malakai’s POV
The council chamber reeked of power and old politics.
My expression stayed unreadable as I sat beside my mate, one arm secured around her waist, but inside I was humming with restrained aggression. From the left row, I could feel Arthur’s eyes burning into us, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to walk over there and rip his neck open. Marcus sat on our right.
I already suspected what this gathering was about, and it made me want to punch something. Or someone.
Camilla’s hand gently rested on mine, the one fisted on my knee. Only then did I realize my claws had dug into my palms.
But even then, I didn't feel the pain. Or maybe I was just too furious to care.
“You’re hurting yourself, baby,” she whispered in my ear, her soft voice cooling the fire under m
