"Stop!" Elara's sound was like a blade cutting through the air. Ronald's flames stopped spreading and hung just above the main house.
When he looked at her, his eyes were like they were on fire for no reason. He looked confused. He cocked his head and asked, "You want me to let them live?"
"Even though they're too weak to protect you?" "They're our pack," Elara said over and over. "Our family." When Ronan said, "Family doesn't matter," his voice was tense.
"Only you matter." Beside him, Darian's truth-sight blazed as he scanned the area. "I can see seventeen threats to your safety," he said quietly. "Should I eliminate them now or wait?" It broke Elara's heart.
These weren't her mates anymore. They were weapons shaped like the guys she loved. "Magnificent, isn't it?" the old Alpha purred. "Pure loyalty. Absolute safety. This is what real love looks like."
