For an Alpha, there's no such thing as mercy.
I have asked the world countless times for it, but I was ignored. No one ever gives a damn about you until you are six feet under the soil—cold, all bones, and rotten flesh.
The door closes behind the guards who had carried Lyra away. I can finally breathe. Maybe her presence was far more anxiety-ridden than I thought. I don't know why my body reacts the way it does when I see her, but it crushes me.
It crushes me that I'd have to wilt or flash any sign of vulnerability for a female who wants me dead.
"Shit!" I groan, twisting my head and clenching my hand with the injured finger.
My eyes move to my blood-stained brown carpet stretching over the large floor of the lounge.
Adena's brother. Caspien.
My blood goes cold. I don't understand why my fists are shaking so badly. I want this carpet soaked red in his blood.
