EMBER’S POV

“Silas!” Devika shrieks from the floor, her composure shattering. “Don’t just stand there, kill him! Butcher him right this second!”

Silas doesn’t even glance at her. He just chuckles, a dark, rumbling sound that vibrates through the massive room.

He steps closer, his dark eyes looking Knox up and down, dissecting the heavy rise and fall of the Alpha’s chest.

“You bluff well for a man who doesn’t look so good,” Silas murmurs, highly amused. “What’s wrong, Wolf King? Your woman didn’t fuck you well enough before you came?”

A guttural, chest-rattling growl rips out of Knox.

Silas’s smile widens.

“Or let me guess. Dead-nettle poison to mask...