CAIUS
I was losing my mind.
Three weeks.
Three weeks of Lira refusing to acknowledge the bond.
Three weeks of her resisting even the smallest touches.
Three weeks of me—Alpha Caius Vexmoor, the most feared wolf in the north—being utterly, helplessly ignored.
And my Beta and Gamma were enjoying every damn second of it.
I sat at the head of the long wooden table in the war room, fingers tapping against the armrest. The fire in the hearth crackled, the scent of burning cedar thick in the air, but it did nothing to warm the frustration simmering beneath my skin.
Across from me, Elias—my Beta—lounged in his chair, an infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark brown hair and sharp golden eyes that missed nothing, Elias had the kind of calculating mind that had won me countless battles. But right now?
Right now, he was too busy enjoying my suffering to be useful.
Beside him, Ronan—my Gamma—was the very picture of poorly contained amusement. A hulking brute wi
