When Damein saw Prince…
All reasoning, all sorts of common sense..it was all gone.
All he could feel was that pure and unfilitted anger to drive a claw through his chest and kill him.
And he was going to do just that as he stepped out of the wall, already moving towards Prince.
Then—
A grip like iron locked around his arm and yanked him back into the shadows.
Damien reacted instantly and violently...
He twisted, ready to strike—
But the voice came low, right against his ear.
“Alpha—no.”
It cut through the fog..barely.
“Not now,” the warrior whispered harshly. “Remember the mission.”
Damien’s breathing was quick and heavy now, his eyes still fixed ahead where Prince stood…
“We’re here for the hostages,” his crew member continued . “Not him. You’ll get your shot at him..not toda
