Se connecter"A fair offer, Mr. Thorne, provided you give me absolute authority with zero interference."I refused to look away from his burning gray eyes. The grip of his fingers on my shoulders remained unyielding, radiating the feverish heat of a predator capable of snapping a weaker soul in half.Kaelen studied me, searching for even a flicker of hesitation across my face."Except Vivienne," I added, my voice clinical and ice-cold. "That woman is not to come within twenty yards of Leon’s sickroom. His food, his water, and his medicine pass exclusively through my hands and Rowan's."The muscle in Kaelen's jaw twitched violently. Slowly, his fingers unclamped from my shoulders."You have whatever you need, Doctor Vance," he rasped, the words dark and laced with lethal promise. "Just remember one thing. If my son stops breathing, you will never see another sunrise."He turned on his heel and strode from the subterranean laboratory without looking back, leaving only a cold hush in the wake of his
"An intriguing accusation, Mr. Thorne, but science doesn't answer to the whispers of a panicked woman."I set my metal pen onto the stainless-steel examination table with a quiet tap. My gaze locked directly with Kaelen’s silver irises, which were burning with a dangerous crimson flare, refusing to drift toward the twin silver blades drawn at the threshold.Vivienne surged forward from behind Kaelen’s shoulder, her face contorting into an elaborate mask of distress. Her manicured hand caught the sleeve of his heavy coat in a desperate, clinging gesture dripping with false innocence."Kaelen, look at those vials yourself," Vivienne pleaded, her voice trembling as if choking back tears. "The servants caught her sneaking into the lower kitchens to steal the scraps from Leon's dinner. She’s an outsider from a neutral city! What if she’s a covert operative hired by our rivals to slaughter Leon in his own bed?"Kaelen didn't spare Vivienne a single glance. His focus remained pinned entirely
"Threats only work on people who fear death, Lady Delacroix."I took a deliberate step back, severing the toxic proximity she had forced between us. My gaze locked straight onto her pupils, refusing to grant her even a sliver of the fear she craved.Vivienne drew herself up slowly. The corner of her scarlet-painted mouth twitched with venom as she pulled her fur stole tighter around her shoulders."We'll see how long that stubborn head stays on your neck in this castle," she whispered, spinning on her heel with a sharp rustle of heavy sapphire silk.Her two guards fell into step behind her, leaving the corridor in dead silence. The rhythmic click of her stilettos faded around the turn of the marble colonnade.I let out the long breath trapped in my chest.Every second wasted trading barbs with that woman was another second stolen from Leon's life. Wasting no more time, I hurried toward the stone spiral staircase at the far end of the west wing, descending into the Thorne Clan's subter
ELORA'S POV "Shut the door, Doctor Vance. Tightly."Kaelen’s deep voice grated from inside the chamber, tight with sudden, mounting tension.I didn't wait for him to say it twice. My hands pulled the heavy black oak doors shut, letting the brass latch snap home with a decisive click.The thick timber swallowed every sound from within, cutting off Kaelen’s gaze just as a dangerous flash of molten gold bled into his eyes.I rested my back against the cold wood for a brief second, my breath coming short and fast behind the surgical mask resting against my chin.That cursed draft had almost ruined everything. My hand flew to the base of my throat, smoothing down the high collar of my black wool coat and buttoning it to the very top.The scent-suppression draught was still doing its job, but that stray gust had stolen a wisp of my true scent before I could react. A pureblood Alpha’s sense of smell was terrifying. Kaelen had definitely caught onto something.I let out a slow, steadying bre
Kaelen's POV "Don't move a single muscle, Rowan."The command slipped past my lips in a barely audible whisper.My arm shot out, rigid as iron, holding the Beta back just as he moved to haul the woman away from the bed. Over in the corner, the bloodied maid was still sniffling softly, pressing a cloth napkin over her mangled hand.My gaze remained riveted on the canopy bed.For six years, I had watched Leon grow into a feral, distrustful little wolf. The boy despised physical contact from anyone. Forget strangers—even Vivienne, who flaunted herself as his future stepmother, was routinely met with hurled teacups and hysterical screams if she so much as brushed his shoulder.Yet right now, the scene unfolding before me defied every law of his existence.Leon didn't lunge. His small fangs no longer bared in lethal warning.My son's head leaned forward in total surrender, resting his cold forehead against the woman's bare palm. From the corners of his closed eyes, tears tracked silently
"A human's pupils always dilate in the dark—and in the face of a threat, Mr. Thorne."My voice didn't waver in the slightest. It was flat and controlled, steady as the surgical scalpels I handled every day. My gaze locked onto his dilated silver irises, refusing to blink beneath the crushing weight of his physical intimidation."If you're busy looking for ghosts from your past in the eyes of an outside physician, you're wasting what little breath your son has left."Kaelen didn't release me right away. The pad of his thumb pressed against my jawline a beat longer, as if testing for any hidden tremor beneath my skin.The tension between us pulled taut as a wire strung to its breaking point.Near the doorway, Rowan didn't dare shift his footing. The Beta held his breath, waiting to see whether his Alpha was about to snap my neck or let me draw another breath.A cold breath huffed from Kaelen's nose.Slowly, he drew his hand back. He wiped his fingertips against the seam of his black tro







