“Say that again,” I hissed, my voice low, trembling with barely contained fury. “Say it again, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Izara's POV
Alpha Mavros’s glare pinned me down like a predator ready to pounce. “What the hell is wrong with you, Izara? Have you forgotten she’s your sister?” His voice was low, cutting, sharp enough to pierce through armor.
But I didn’t flinch. My focus stayed locked on Vivian, her tear-streaked face doing nothing to chip away at the satisfaction thrumming in my chest. She deserved it. Every bit of it.
I leveled her with a stare colder than ice. “Think carefully about what you’re accusing, Vivian,” I said, my voice sharp and unforgiving.
Vivian clutched her cheek, tears streaming as she whimpered, “I’m sorry, Sis Izara. I didn’t mean to cause trouble between you and Alpha Mavros... but Kallias is faking his illness.”
Her words slammed into me like a wrecking ball. My chest tightened, rage bubbling up until it spilled over. Faking his illness? My Kallias? My son?
I didn’t even realize I’d raised my hand again until Mavros’s grip clamped around my wrist. “Don’t hurt your sister again,” he growled, his voice edged with warning.