Chapter 39 : The Picture of Defiance

Ayda's POV "This isn't up for discussion, Ayda!" "To be frank, my love, like Tartarus it isn't!" I cannot believe what I was seeing, and yet, here was proof right before my very eyes. Men were, indeed, fools! "Maybe we should listen to the ladies, Sebastian?" Andreas, bless him, was attempting to go down the road less traveled: compromise. Like Sebastian, he had changed into his fatigues, the emblem of Obsidian Moon emblazoned in blood-red on the back of his double-breasted military tunic. "She has my son," Sebastian knelt to finish with his laces, boots polished to perfection. He was wearing the crown of the High Alpha, which he'd refused to wear since his unofficial coronation on the eve of his father's murder. I suppose when war threats were on the table; one did want to look their absolute best. "Who knows what foul magic she has tainted him with already." "You're being impossible! I'm sure everything is fine," but a part of me wondered if Sebas