POV: Darius
Maximus Thane.
That f*****g bastard.
The rage still boiled in my veins as I ended the call. My hands tightened into fists at my sides, the leather of my seat creaking under the pressure, my whole body was shaking from the anger in my bones right now.
He thought he could play me? Me? He was going to learn the hard way why no Thane had ever worn the crown of king.
This feud didn’t just start with us. No, it was old—older than my father, older than me. The Wolfe name and the Thane name had once stood side by side, allies so close people used to say our blood ran in the same vein.
My great grandfather and theirs had grown up together in the slums, built an empire side by side. They had shared bread, shared blood, shared business. But there was a rule. A rule that was set
