Seed Of the Strongest Alpha
His face paled, his eyes restless.
“Duskborne...” he whispered, almost inaudibly.
Caelan’s aura intensified. The energy he radiated was like a massive force field—unseen, but utterly oppressive. The strangers retreated one by one, like lesser creatures bowing before a king.
“She carries my blood,” Caelan said, his voice dropping lower but still brimming with threat. “Touch her, and you know what happens next.”
None of them answered. Not one dared look him in the eye. Without another word, they turned and vanished into the shadows of the parking garage, their footsteps hurried—like a storm retreating.