Zarek.
I was burning with rage.
Valtira.
My own mate had twisted everything into chaos, had pushed me to the edge with her jealousy, her defiance, her refusal to bend.
Every memory of her actions clawed at me, made my wolf snarl and pace inside my skull, demanding blood and submission.
I stormed toward her chambers, boots slamming against stone, the sound echoing like war drums. My hands flexed, claws pricking at my fingertips.
I came to punish her.
To make her feel the weight of what she’d done.
I shoved the door open and stepped inside.
Then I stopped dead.
She had just stepped from the bathing chamber, steam still curling in the air, water droplets sliding down her bare skin like liquid diamonds. Naked.
Completely, unashamedly naked. Her dark hair clung damp to her sho
