Selene's POV
Right in front of me, lounging like a king, was Alpha Lucian. His sharp eyes were half-lidded, his lips curved in a slow, fake smile. But it wasn't him that made my stomach twist with sickness.
It was Kael.
Seated beside his brother, Kael had a half-naked woman curled up on his lap—a beautiful blonde who looked drunk on pleasure and wine. His hand was gripping her lower body tightly, and her chest was exposed, pressed against his face while he… latched onto her like a starving animal.
She moaned softly, her fingers tangled in his hair, her hips squirming as if begging for more.
I couldn't move. Then Kael's cold grey eyes met mine. My blood ran cold.
I looked down instantly, my entire body stiff with shame and fear. Why did I look? Why did I come here?
I should have run.
Before I could gather myself, a hand gripped my wrist and yanked me forward. I lost balance and fell again, this time at the feet of Lucian.
