Chapter 11: The Queen’s Fury
The kitchen was no longer a home. It was a slaughterhouse.
I stood over the broken bodies of the Rogues. My white fur was stained with their blood. My chest heaved with the adrenaline of the kill.
I was not Elara the accountant. I was not Elara the rejected mate. I was the White Lycan. I was a creature of legend and nightmare.
King Thorne stood by the shattered back door. He held his black iron sword. But his hand was shaking.
He looked at me. He looked at the massive size of my wolf form. He looked at the violet light glowing in my eyes.
"Royal blood," Thorne whispered. He sounded terrified. "The rumors were true."
He looked at Leo. My son was still in his small white wolf form. He stood under the table and growled at the intruder.
Thorne realized he h
