Selene stormed into the study, her face flushed with rage.
“What did you do this time?” A dark baritone voice nearly made her jump.
She whirled around to find her brother standing there, arms crossed. The mask he had worn earlier was gone, revealing the true authority beneath—the Lycan King of the North in all his imposing glory.
“Dominic! You startled me,” Selene said flatly, barely sparing him a glance as she rifled through the books on the shelf.
She was his only living relative— his little sister. He had been fifteen, and she just five, when they lost their parents. Dominic’s path to the throne had been brutal, paved with blood and betrayal. The crown had too many heirs, many older and far more ruthless than him. His uncle, the reigning king, had been no ally. Assassinatio
