Killian Blackwood pov :
There are lines that civilized men will not cross. There are moral boundaries, ancient laws, and deeply ingrained ethical codes that separate the rulers of the daylight from the monsters that hunt in the pitch black.
As I walked down the spiraling, perpetually damp stone steps into the subterranean depths of the Alpha Estate’s dungeon, I left every single shred of my civilized humanity at the top of the stairs.
I was not a King right now. I was the executioner.
The physical agony of the severed Mate Bond was a living, breathing torture inside my chest. Where Aria’s beautiful, icy blue soul used to hum with a steady, comforting radiance, there was now only a freezing, jagged void. It felt as though an invisible, rusted iron hook was lodged directly in my hear
