I Was Never Yours

The explosive tension stretching across the ruined coven finally snapped under the weight of a single, devastating command.

"Let my mate go."

Darius did not shout. He didn't need to. The words cut through the suffocating ozone like a physical weapon, carrying the absolute, freezing authority of the Silver Wolf. Every trace of the gentle man Othella loved—the man who spoke softly to her swelling