#Chapter 238: A Queen or a Pawn

Alexander POV Without thinking, I stepped forward, placing myself between Ella and Ironfang, my body a shield in front of her. My eyes met Ironfang’s, and I knew that he could see the fear there and that he knew the cause of it. The silence between us was thick with tension, and in that moment, the whole room seemed to freeze. “You’re not touching her,” I said, my voice a low growl. My hands clenched at my sides, my knuckles white, but my stance was firm—I was ready. Ironfang’s lips curled into a wicked smile, the knife in his hand gleaming in the dim light. “You’ve chosen her over your own blood, then,” he sneered. “You’ve made a mistake.” Before I could respond, Ironfang lunged. The speed with which he moved was terrifying. His blade flashed through the air, aiming directly for my chest, but I was faster. With a grunt, I sidestepped the attack, grabbing Ironfang’s arm mid-swing and twisting it with a brutal force. The knife clattered to the gr