Chapter Ten – The Confrontation

I woke up to the low murmur of voices outside Adrian’s bedroom door.

Not the hushed tones of guards changing shifts, but something sharper — edged with anger.

“You’ve gone too far this time.”

Lucas.

I froze, my fingers tightening around the blanket.

“You’re trespassing in my house,” Adrian’s voice answered, calm in the way that made people more afraid.

“Don’t twist this. You’ve got my fiancée’s ex-mate sleeping in your bed? In your quarters? Do you know what that makes you look like?”

There was a pause, the kind that felt like it could split the air in two. “It makes me look like a man who protects what’s his.”

The words slammed into me before I could process them. What’s his.

I slipped out of bed, padding silently to the door. When I cracked it open, I saw them — two tall, dark-haired Lycans standing only feet apart, tension coiled between them like a live wire.

Lucas looked the same as the night he’d rejected me — polished, smug, the faint scent of Clara’s perfume clinging