Kieran's POV
My claws extended involuntarily as I gripped the phone, the screen cracking under the pressure. Beside me, Kyra slept peacefully, her delicate floral scent wrapping around me even as Ronan snarled in my mind.
"The old wolf escaped," Ronan growled, his voice dripping with bloodlust. "We should have torn his throat out when we had the chance."
I watched Kyra's sleeping form—the way her satin nightgown clung to her pregnant curves, how her golden hair fanned across my pillow. As usual, she looked incredibly hot, but I wasn't in the mood to make love to her tonight. I kept thinking about what Emily must have told her to make her consider visiting her father.
Fuck!
I loathed her father for killing my mom. He deserved to rot in hell, but his current mate, Amanda, contacted me, saying Alpha Darian had managed to escape. I thought everything was going perfectly, just as I planned. I thought at least one of my schemes was going smoothly. I was wrong.
