Zach’s voice thundered through the marble hall, echoing like a thunderquake against the gold-rimmed walls.
The guards were frozen, wide-eyed, like their brains hadn’t registered the fact that the old Alpha was now just ash scattered across the Persian rug.
Zach’s face was red, wet, animalistic. His wolf was pacing beneath his skin like a demon chained behind his ribs.
“Do you f*****g need a proper order to get this murderer out of my father’s mansion?” he roared.
The guards jerked into motion like puppets finally pulled by string. They slammed silver cuffs around Diva’s wrists. The metal hissed against her skin ... silver burning through the top layer of her flesh instantly. She winced, barely, like the pain insulted her more than injured her.
Zach couldn’t look at her.
He actually
