Ron’s POV
The stench of smoke still hung in the air—thick, bitter, and suffocating. The taste of failure.
I stood in the ruins of the eastern wing, fists clenched so tight my claws cut into my own skin. Blood dripped, unnoticed, onto the cracked stone floor. But even that pain didn’t come close to the fury simmering in my chest.
They took her.
They took Rex.
I could still feel the faint echo of her power lingering in the walls. She was here—chained, broken, mine. I was so close. So damn close to having her the way she was meant to be.
Now the cell was empty. Chains shattered. Blood dried. And the air was tainted with the scent of that cursed Alpha—Aries.
A roar tore out of me, ripping through the air. The walls trembled, dust raining down from above.
Two guards froze at the entranc
