**WINTER MOON PACK**
King Magnus stood on the balcony of his chambers, taking slow drags from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him like the storm of thoughts in his mind. The cold morning breeze did little to ease the tension in his chest. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, but his mind was lost in the memories of yesterday's incident.
*Her sitting on that man's lap.*
The image replayed in his mind over and over again, fueling his anger. *Aria said she was using me*. Those words stung the most. He could hardly believe that the mate he had longed for all these years could so easily dismiss their bond, reducing it to something that felt like betrayal.
