Chapter 82
Vanya
“What… what did you just call me?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Kross didn’t even blink.
He stood up from the bed with the kind of calm that made my stomach knot, every move deliberate. His face was still, unreadable—a mask of quiet control that somehow carried more tension than a roar ever could.
He crossed the room toward me, slow and steady, and for a moment, the sound of my own heartbeat was louder than his steps.
When he stopped in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes, his voice was low, even, and absolute.
“Vanya is my mate, Vaughn.”
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy.
He wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t posturing. He didn’t need to. His words carried a weight that felt like it was sinking
