Killian?” Faith whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. He didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. He stood tall, his muscular chest heaving, but the warmth she always felt from his touch was gone. It was replaced by a cold, regal pressure. His eyes, those beautiful, golden Alpha eyes, were now a terrifying, solid violet. “The Nightshade lineage was always a hybrid,” King Valerius called down from the balcony, his voice smooth and triumphant. “Why do you think your father was so successful, Killian? Because he carried the Royal dormant gene. You weren't just an Alpha, you were a backup. A vessel for the Crown's consciousness if the bloodline ever grew too thin.” "Hey look at me! Killian, look at me!” Faith screamed, grabbing his face. “This isn't you! Don't let him in!” Killian’s hand moved. It was fast, faster than any shifter she’d seen. He grabbed her wrists, his grip like iron. He didn't hurt her, but he held her with a clinical, detached s
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