(Talia POV)
Talia returned to the castle through the portal long after dusk, her sons spilling out behind her in a rush of heat and unresolved tension.
She didn’t slow.
“I need to speak with the King,” she said, already turning away.
Reign frowned. Luca opened his mouth. Ash took one look at her face and shut his.
Talia stopped just long enough to glance back. “Close that portal properly. We don’t want anything coming through that shouldn’t.”
Her voice cut clean and sharp. “I’ll deal with all of you later.”
Then she walked away.
Three alpha wolves stood there, stunned—mouths half open, instincts flaring, none of them foolish enough to follow.
The doors closed behind her.
And for the first time, they understood just how much trouble they were in.
The corridors of the castle felt
