Fiona pressed closer to Reginald as his arm wrapped around her shoulder, the warmth cutting through her anxiety. She forced herself to ignore Allen completely, treating the royal beta like he didn't exist. Every fiber of her being screamed for more wolfbane, but she gritted her teeth and fought the craving.
This time, her guilt over betraying her mate burned stronger than any drug addiction. The shame ate at her worse than the grief from losing her father.
Her father was gone forever—nothing could change that. But Reginald? She could still save what they had, if she acted now. She couldn't lose him too. The love she felt for him made her guilt unbearable.
Allen, however, made no effort to hide his leering stares. His salacious smile didn't escape Darius's notice, and rage coursed through the warrior's veins. He wanted to rip the bastard's throat out right there.
