Nicholas’s POV
“Baby, when are you going to kick that woman out?”
Liora’s voice sliced through the air like a whip, pulling me back from the fog in my head. I was still standing there in the middle of the room, boxers hanging low on my hips, staring at the door Hazel had just sauntered through like she owned the damn place. My mind was a whirlwind—replaying her words, her smirk, that goddamn wink. Small? Me? The Alpha King?
I blinked, forcing myself to focus on Liora. She was pacing now, her black dress swishing with every angry step, her red lips twisted into a scowl. She looked beautiful, even in her rage—fiery, passionate, the way she always was. But right now, it felt like she was a million miles away.
“My love,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended, “we’ve talked about this. M
