Page 129 of Filthy Royal

“I couldn’t. Someone sucker tased me from behind before I could get to them.” Stormhart blew out a breath. “Plus, your sister was worked up herself, those shadows of hers everywhere.”

“Fuck.” Luc eyed the other male. “But you came through it okay?”

Scarlett shifted in his arms, her body tensing as if she feared Stormhart’s answer.

“Yeah. Because that’s what I do, right? I survive, whatever it takes.” Stormhart sounded bitter. “Look, the only reason I told you the details about your sister is so you’d stop worrying. Damien Skolov won’t hurt her. He’s still head over heels for her.”

Now it was Damien’s turn to squirm.

“You think?” Relief tinged Luc’s voice.

“I know flat-out crazy possessive and protective, obsessed, and in love when I see it.” Stormhart nodded with assurance.

Heat climbed Damien’s neck as he mentally willed the talkative bastard to shut the hells up.

“Damien Skolov’s still totally gone for her.” Stormhart kept right on speaking. “There’s no chance he’ll harm a hair on her head. Worst kind of intense feeling she’ll experience at his hands is the kind that hurts so good. He’s probably rutting her right now. So at least she’s getting well fucked before we all end up being fucked over.”

Damien lurched forward, and this time, it was Scarlett who got in his way, throwing more of her weight against him.

That fucker.

If an omega he was responsible for was in another Alpha’s custody, Damien would be losing his mind. Not talking shit about her getting rutted and knotted by this other Alpha as if it were no big deal.

He was going to rip Stormhart apart—and then do it again.

“Don’t talk about my sister like that.” Equally aggravated, Luc spun away.

Kadon grabbed his elbow. “Wait.”

“Get the fuck off me.”

Stormhart’s hands shot into the air, palms facing out. “I’m just trying to keep you from worrying. Or doing something even more rash than deciding to set out on your own.”

“I had to ditch the guards. They were holding me back.”

“What you need to do is return to the training center before this all blows up in our faces.”

“It’s too late for going back.” Luc plowed a hand through his hair. “Scarlett’s abduction changes everything.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was tinged with what almost sounded like guilt. “It wasn’t working anyway. Not for any of us, and you know it.”

After a long silence, Stormhart’s shoulders slumped. “You’re right. Maybe it’s for the best she’s been taken.” He swallowed hard, as if unwilling to say what came next. “She was on her way to see Darvish when Damien got to her.”

“What?” Luc’s frown deepened. “But it wasn’t the usual time. And I wasn’t summoned.”

“Exactly.”

Damien’s ears pricked up while Scarlett tensed.

He was missing something here, but at least he had confirmation that Stormhart and Scarlett’s brother were involved in this mess. Yet another reason to personally fuck them up when the time was right.

“She seemed eager to go,” Stormhart continued.

The color drained from Luc’s face. “Why? Do you think…? No. She wouldn’t do that.”

“Calm down.”

“Fuck calm. I never should have done as you guys asked. She’ll get hurt. Darvish is going to be pissed, and everything will have been for nothing. This won’t end well.”

The tightness in Damien’s chest dropped to his gut. Something wasn’t right.

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