Cyril’s POV
Ella’s words still rang in my head. She stood in front of Hans as if her body were a shield instead of his. Her eyes pleaded with me, but all I saw was betrayal. She had chosen him over me, at least that is what my mind screamed at me. I felt like I had been stripped raw, but I kept my face cold because I could not afford to show weakness in front of her or in front of anyone else.
I lowered my claws slowly, not because I wanted to but because I refused to risk cutting into her flesh by accident. My chest heaved as I glared at Hans. His hand still gripped that silver blade, his stance unsteady but bold enough to provoke me.
“Marcus,” I growled without looking away from Hans. “Take him and bind him. He does not leave my sight.”
My Beta moved quickly, grabbing Hans’ wrist and
