The King's Denial

Viktor POV

“How is she?”

I didn't look up from the glass of deep red wine in my hand. I watched the liquid swirl against the crystal, catching the dim light of the study. My voice was a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to vibrate the very air in the room.

“I’m not entirely sure about her condition, my King,” Ronan replied, his voice laced with a tremor he couldn't quite hide. “The pack doctors