His Three Alphas
Time snapped back into motion with a deafening rush of sound and chaos.
Nyra’s eyes widened in shock as I grabbed her wrist, my hand blazing with golden fire. The light poured out of me, burning through her stolen body like divine judgment.
“Nyra,” I said, and my voice came out ancient and resonant, echoing with a power far older than me. “How dare you attempt to poison one of mine? How dare you return wearing stolen flesh to strike at my heart once more? Your treachery ends here.”
She screamed as the golden fire consumed her, struggling wildly against my grip. “No! You cannot— this is not possible! I was supposed to win! I was supposed to—”