DOM
The second Lucas said Wren's name, my body went taut with fury.
I moved fast, every step echoing through the corridor like a drumbeat of war. My claws itched beneath the surface. My wolf rose just under my skin, pacing, snarling. He came here. On my land. Near her.
The audacity.
I could feel the fire I left behind in the council chamber still trailing me—my scent sharp with anger, the embers of ancient laws reigniting in my veins. No Alpha stepped onto another Alpha's land without permission. And certainly not mine, while my mate walked freely within it.
"Where is he?" I barked, my voice low and lethal.
"East garden," Lucas said, matching my pace, jaw locked. "Didn't go to the gate. Just… appeared."
Magic. Or manipulation. Either way, I'd tear the method from his hide.
But then—just before I reached the arched threshold that led to the east courtyard—I felt it.
A tug.
The bond.
