Chapter4 BEAUTY WITH BITE

Lex’s POV Just when the bastard shifted and launched toward us like a bolt of fury, teeth bared and claws slashing through air—that’s when I saw her. She tore into the scene like a shadow kissed by moonlight. A dangerous beauty, cloaked in grace. A majestic she-wolf—jet-black, lethal, divine—marked by a glimmering white star on her forehead. She didn't pounce; she danced, intercepting the Rogue King mid-air with a ferocity so fluid it felt choreographed by the Goddess herself. I froze. Spellbound. She wasn’t just a fighter. She was art in motion. While my brain cells combusted in admiration, Rowland, somehow immune to the magic unraveling in front of us, managed to snap free from his binds. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I growled, yanking against my ropes as he knelt beside me. “Get that oversized Beta butt out of my line of sight. You’re ruining the best visual I’ve had in years.” “What the hell is wrong with you lately, Lex?” he snapped through the mindlink, fumbli