KILLIAN'S POVThe moment I walk into the library and see him…Lucian, standing far too close to her, everything inside me snaps. His hand is caged above her head. His body is angled in a way that screams possession. And her, my Layla, stands there with tears in her eyes.
My blood runs hot. My wolf roars inside me. It is a growl, demanding dominance, demanding blood. Logic vanishes. I don't see a noble. I don't see a man protected by politics, crowns, or rules. I see a threat. I see a bastard that is too close to what is mine.
I walk to him and my hands grab his collar before he has the chance to move. I slam him into the bookshelf with a force that makes the entire wall quake. Wood splinters, shelves crack, and books fall down around us. Layla gasps, but I don't loosen my grip.
I want to tear him apart.
Lucian doesn't fight back. He doesn't look afraid. He just looks at me with a smirk, as if mocking me. He is silently daring me.
"You dare touch her," I growl.
