Lira watched Kael's madness from behind, her breath hitched in her throat. Groaning and doubled over, she struggled to crawl in front of Kael, her voice trembling with pain.
"He didn't mean it, my lord, he didn't mean it... He never thought of your wife as anything more than a sister."
But Kael still held his gaze, his eyes a defiant, sharp cobalt blue. Despite Varg's overwhelming presence, he pointed a finger at him.
"You are nothing but a usurper, Varg! You stole what was mine—the promises of our childhood and the future of the true wolf prophecy... You are a usurper!"
"My lord, mercy..." Lira moaned, her white wedding dress dragging over the blood, mud, and ashes. As she collapsed at my husband's feet like a bride of ruins, I felt a deep sense of shame for her. Her shame was far beyond my own struggle for breath; I could feel the agonizing cry of an omega begging for her honor and her husband's life.
