Nicholas’s POV
“Alpha King Nicholas.”
Kevin’s voice dripped with something I didn’t care to name—pity? Malice? Triumph? The bastard had never known the meaning of sympathy, so it couldn’t be pity.
He stood in front of me, arms crossed, his sharp eyes glinting like a wolf circling a weakened rival. “My men found something in the woods near the eastern ridge. A body. Female.”
The world seemed to tilt.
I stepped forward, the ground heavy beneath my boots. “What do you mean?”
Kevin’s lips curved, mockery dancing there. “Esther. She’s dead. By the time we found her, she’d already begun to rot.”
A snarl tore from my chest before I could stop it. “Liar. You think you can taunt me with this?”
He only arched a brow. “See for yourself.”
With a snap of his fingers, two of his guards dragged
