Cyrius POV
My wolf growled low, a primal, guttural sound that vibrated through my chest the moment she pointed to her heart and uttered the words that shattered me:
"Caspian is the only one I will allow in."
Bullshit.
My fists clenched at my sides as the ache turned into fire. "You should allow me in," I snapped, voice cracked and desperate. "Why are you doing this to me, Hazel? Why are you so damn unfair?"
She didn't answer, but she didn't need to. Her silence felt like betrayal.
"They took everything from me," I snarled. "They took my throne. Now they've taken you. Why? Why do I always lose? Why are they always the ones who win?"
Her voice came out softer this time, barely a whisper. "No one is taking me away from you, Cyrius."
But I shook my head violently. "You don't get it. I'm never yours," she added.
Wrong answer.
