The other elders in the room shifted uncomfortably, their shoulders drawn, their breathing uneven. No one spoke. They couldn’t. The attention of his colleagues was forced to him, definitely not by choice but because his aura had demanded it. “Enough show of power, Elder Edward!” The second elder s
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. “You rarely hide your disgust whenever you see us.” One of the Elders spoke and I rolled my eyes before looking in his direction with a raised brow. What was he expecting? That I pretend I’m thrilled to see them? My father and the fathers before him might have done that but the
My breath burned in my lungs, my chest heaving, heart pounding as rage thrummed in my veins like fucking drums. “No, Aidan Nightingale, calm down,” I breathed to myself, trying to settle the fury pounding inside me but it was fucking hard, “listen closely.” I told myself. I tried to but the more I
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. The servant didn’t need to wait for me, I could take as much time as I needed before going to see them but I knew that the longer I delayed, the longer they’d remain in my house. I didn’t want that, whatever they’d come for, whatever stupid threat and talk about balance that the
‘Lucien, he has some nerve.’ The sound of my wolf’s voice caused me to close my eyes as I let out a guttural sound. ‘I’m not killing him.’ I pointed out as my eyes scanned the document in front of me and stamped it, I set it aside to focus on the other ones, signing and reading through reports.
That smirk, the smile and the laughter that would have tore out of him if my grip around his throat hadn’t tightened so hard— the sheer gall of everything— set an unquenchable fire to the rage burning inside me. My claws dug into his skin, threatening to pull his tissues out, and the sheer urge to