The sickening crack of bone echoed in the small, dusty room, a sound that would haunt my nightmares. Julian went limp in Damien’s grip, his body a dead weight. But Damien didn’t let him fall. He held his brother suspended in the air, the pure, murderous fury in his golden eyes promising that this was only the beginning.
My own breath was trapped in my lungs, my body frozen, half from the lingering terror of my struggle with Julian, half from the sheer, overwhelming power radiating from my mate. This was the Alpha in his purest form—not the tender lover or the shrewd businessman, but a primal force of nature, a storm of wrath unleashed.
“You,” Damien snarled, his voice a low, guttural sound that was barely human, “dared to touch what is mine.”
He slammed Julian against the remaining stone wall. The impact was brutal, shaking the very foundations of the old tower. Julian cried out, a pathetic, choked sound, slumping down the wall to the floor.
