MALAKAI’S POV

My jaw locked as the thin line of red trickled down Clarabel’s throat.

«He touched our mate! Kill him!» My wolf growled, surging against my ribs and clawing to tear through my skin, but I forced every muscle in my body to stay dead still. One wrong move, one sudden breath, and this man would slice right through Clarabel’s throat.

"I didn't come here to play games with you, Alpha," the man snarled, his voice rasping against Clarabel’s ear as he yanked her head back further. “Alpha Greenwood doesn't care about you, and he certainly didn't send me to kill Lady Clarabel. My orders are simple. I take...