KILLIAN POV
I’ve fought battles.
I’ve bled for my pack, snapped bones, crushed windpipes, and kept the peace when it was easier to tear throats out. I’ve faced down rabid rogues, survived freezing patrol nights, and buried packmates I swore I’d protect.
But nothing—and I mean fuc.king nothing—prepared me for what it felt like to see Angelica step into that office and offer her blood to my Alpha.
She didn’t have to. She could’ve stayed on the edge, walked away, claimed neutrality like so many other creatures before her. Hell, she had every right to. She was a f*****g dragon—a born Alpha with wings and fire and teeth that made half our wolves piss themselves in fear. She could’ve demanded worship, or ruled from a damn mountain, and no one would’ve questioned it.
But she didn’t.
She cho
