But that massive hand of his suddenly gripped the silver goblet on the table with such primal fury that the metal buckled and twisted like a piece of worthless paper between his fingers. When Varg stood up, his chair was sent flying backward with a deafening crash that echoed like a thunderclap through the hall. All the political murmurs, the inner voices of the judgmental pack, and the suffocating tension snapped shut instantly, silenced by the sheer force of his presence.
He grabbed me by the waist and hauled me against him, and through the thin silk on my shoulders, I could hear his heart hammering against his ribs like a wild beast trying to break out of a cage. In that moment, amidst all the noise of the world, the only thing I wanted to hear was that protective, low rumble vibrating from his chest.
