"Release the princess's man now or let her harm herself," Kisha barked, her voice laced with terror and unwavering seriousness. Her eyes burned with conviction as she added coldly, "And when the Alpha Emperor learns of it, you won't just lose your heads… your families will pay the price too."
The prison guards paled visibly. Without hesitation, they stood up straight, tension in their movements. Two of them rushed toward Rhys, swiftly unchaining him. As the restraints fell away, his weakened body collapsed to the hard stone floor with a sickening thud.
Kisha immediately led Anaya forward, guiding her to his side. The moment Anaya's trembling hands touched Rhys's bloodied body, her expression twisted in horror. She could feel the ragged wounds across his skin...warm, sticky blood coating her fingers as she traced the deep gashes on his chest and arms.
The scent of his blood was overpowering.
