Eugene’s grip on Desmond remained firm, his hand still pressed against his chest, pinning him harshly against the cracked pillar but his gaze shifted toward the massive doors, where the sound of battle was growing louder by the second.Desmond, breathing hard, his pride bruised but not broken, also turned his head slightly, his expression twisting into something darker.“What is this?” Desmond demanded, his voice cutting through the hall like a blade.The murmurs among the crowd turned into panic.“We’re under attack!”“Who would dare—?”Desmond’s patience snapped.“ENOUGH!” he roared, his voice booming with Alpha authority.The hall fell silent instantly. Even the guards, who had been shifting nervously, froze in place.Desmond shoved against Eugene’s hold again, this time with renewed urgency.“Let go of me,” he snarled.Eugene’s eyes flickered back to him, cold and unreadable.“Why? So you can run?” he asked. Desmond’s lips curled.For a split second, something dangerous flickered
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