Page 128 of Filthy Royal

Luc, who’d come from the south tunnels alone, appeared to have been in a scuffle. Blood dripped from a cut near his lip, and there were slash marks across his chest.

Meanwhile, Golden Boy Stormhart looked as put-together as ever, with at least thirty guards in tow, all wearing the shiny, golden uniforms of the Golden Dome’s official security force. The difference in status between the two males was stark.

For a moment, neither Alpha spoke.

Even more interesting, Scarlett tensed in his arms, as if waiting for something. But what?

Tension laced the air.

“Y-you’re alone.” Stormhart’s shocked whisper broke the silence. “Where are the others? What happened to you?”

“I’m fine. A minor disagreement.” Brushing off his injuries, the other Alpha flicked his gaze to the Consortium guards before returning his attention to Stormhart. “I…wedecided I’d move faster on my own. It’s Scarlett I’m worried about. What the fuck happened? You were meant to be watching her.”

“I was”—Stormhart’s hands fisted by his sides— “as much as I could. As much as she’d let me.”

“Don’t give me your bullshit excuses.” Luc’s anger was palpable as he stomped closer.

“Fuck you.” Stormhart’s nostrils flared. “I’m trying to explain.”

Holy shit. Damien braced himself. Were these two fuckers about to come to blows?

Scarlett squirmed in his hold.

He tucked her tighter against his chest.

The two snarling Alphas took a final step toward each other. Both were huge and well-trained, Luc slightly bulkier, Stormhart taller.

They looked a heartbeat away from lunging at each other.

“You lot, continue down the corridor.” Stormhart’s gaze never wavered from Luc, even as he issued his barked command to his guards. “I’ll catch up.”

His troops knew better than to argue. In no time at all, the two males were the only ones left in the tunnel.

Scarlett’s breathing picked up.

Stormhart broke the silence, his hand rising toward the cut on Luc’s lip. “You shouldn’t be here. Are you hur—”

“I’m fine.” The other Alpha batted his palm aside. “I don’t want to get into it. Focus on Scarlett. She’s all that matters.”

Stormhart reeled as if he’d taken a hit but recovered fast. “It was Damien.”

“What?” Luc’s confusion was priceless.

“Damien Skolov.” Kadon’s scowl deepened. “He took your sister.”

“No.”

“Yes. I saw him with my own eyes.” A hesitation. “Along with Scarlett rubbing herself all over him while he gripped her ass and bounced her on his cock. If not for her flimsy dress and his leathers, she’d probably already be breeding—that’s how hard they were going at it.”

Luc growled low. “That’s more information than I needed.”

Damien could almost taste Scarlett’s embarrassment on his tongue.

Not him. He wanted to pound his chest.

That’s right, pretty boy. It was me, not you, she was writhing against and getting slick for. Me.

“Why didn’t you stop him?” Luc was agitated again.

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