SOLANA
The Alpha King stood at the entrance of the basement, his hands clasped behind his back. He wore a black suit, his presence so overwhelming the air itself seemed to vanish.
"Alaric," I spat.
His lips curved into a smug smile. "Careful, little wolf. That tone might cost your husband a limb."
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.
"You planned this," I whispered.
"Of course I did." He tilted his head. "Did you really think a demon of that caliber bonded itself to Roman by accident?"
Cold dread flooded my veins.
"The truce is breaking," Alaric continued calmly. "Humans are restless. Weapons are being built. And I need insurance." His gaze dragged over me slowly. "And Roman is... exquisite."
My stomach twisted.
"You don't get to use him," I snarled. "He is not your weapon
