The room they'd placed Kraven in wasn't a cell… it was far from it.
Polished marble floors.
A grand window overlooking the courtyard. A heavy mahogany table with untouched refreshments.
Luxury, but without freedom. That's how the Council treated Alphas… with respect wrapped around chains.
Kraven sat in the velvet chair, elbows on his knees, head bowed. The faint ticking of the wall clock was the only sound that dared disturb the silence.
But then… that familiar scent hit him.
Soft.
Weak.
But electric.
Athena.
His head snapped up instantly, his silver eyes narrowing toward the door. Her scent drifted faintly through the corridor beyond… warm, mixed with the faint trace of fear. His heart clenched.
But then… it began to fade.
He stood abruptly, his claws threatening to emerge beneath his skin. They didn't put her here with me.
Of course they wouldn't.
She wasn't an Alpha.
