Chapter 23
Vanya
Wilde hit the ground with a thud that silenced the crowd. Blood sprayed across the stone floor, his body folding in on itself like something broken, discarded. The same way I had looked—barely breathing, bruised beyond recognition—just a week ago.
And it hit me like a brick to the chest.
Kross is dangerous.
No—Kross is a monster.
He wasn’t just strong. He wasn’t just fast. He was powerful. Wilde wasn’t some run-of-the-mill brute. He was an Alpha in his own right. Unstable, sure. Reckless, always. But he was still respected… feared, even. The kind of threat you didn’t poke unless you had a death wish.
And Kross? He tore through him like Wilde was nothing but a paper target.
A part of me had always known it, but watching it—truly watching it with my own eyes—stripped
