Juliette’s POV
My lungs burned as I struggled against the black-eyed man’s grip, the sharp smell of metal and dust filling my senses. The warehouse walls seemed to close in around me, the shadows stretching longer and darker than they should. I could feel Dorian and Bryan behind me, but no matter how close they were, the black-eyed man held me tight, a predator unshaken by anything but control.
“You think you’re clever,” I spat, trying to twist free, “but this won’t work on me.”
His grin widened, sharp and cruel. “Clever, Omega? I don’t need to be clever. I just need to know what belongs to me.” His voice was low, silk wrapped around steel, and it made my stomach twist with fear.
Behind me, I felt Dorian’s presence flare, tense and coiled. “Juliette,” he murmured, voice dangerously cal
