Nate stood outside, lips pressed into a taut line, his face a mask of grim resolve. Save for Layla’s engagement night, this was only the second time he’d witnessed Seraphina and Jack’s brazen bullying in the rhythm of daily life, cornering Layla with their venom. His fists clenched, eyes blazing with fury. When he’d vowed to make Layla his queen, he’d sworn by the Wolf King’s honor that no one—not even himself—would ever harm her. Yet here were these two, snarling and snapping like rabid curs.
They’d pay dearly for this, Nate promised himself. But for now, he restrained his temper. Layla had confided in him this morning, hinting at questions she had for Jack and Seraphina. Knowing her as he did, Nate was certain she held a hidden ace. He wouldn’t steal her moment to shine by charging in t
