Katherine’s POV
“I… I apologize for the noise,” I whispered.
My back was pressed flat against the doors I had just slammed in Nikolai’s face.
My hands were trembling, not from fear, but from an ancient rage. I knew it was rude.
But the wrath boiling in my blood was so much heavier than simple anger.
Every time I looked at Nikolai, I didn't see a charming Alpha. I saw the blade.
I felt the agonizing, freezing cold of my own death. I saw the man who had coldly ripped away my life, and—worse, so much worse—the life of my innocent, unborn baby.
The grief of losing my child still sat in my chest like a twisted stone.
It made me want to tear his throat out in this lifetime.
Across the hall, Alexander glanced at his guards. With a single, silent wave of his hand, he signaled them to
