DARRAGH'S POV
Sara's fingers laced through mine, warm yet trembling with an unspoken urgency. Her pulse thrummed against my skin as she guided me across the balcony. Omegas parted before us like a reluctant sea, their conversations dying to hushed whispers. Eyes tracked our movement—some curious, others wary—as we pushed through the crowd.
The weight of their stares pressed against my back until Sara pulled me into her room, slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the hinges. The sudden silence felt thick, almost suffocating.
"Why would you do that?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet each word carried the weight of cracking ice. She stood with her back against the door, as if barricading us from the world outside.
I leaned against the opposite wall, crossing my arms
