Dalton's POV
I watched as they carried her away, her small, fragile body disappearing into the dim light of the interior halls. Every step she took felt like a dagger to my chest. I wanted to scream, to break free, to tear every chain that bound me just to follow her. But I couldn’t. I was trapped, metal biting into my skin, muscles straining in vain.
Emily… my Emily. My blood, my child… and she was gone.
The Alpha’s gaze fell on me then, cold and sharp as a blade. He didn’t move closer, didn’t need to. The sheer presence of his authority was enough to make my heart pound in a different kind of fear—the kind that wasn’t for myself, but for her.
“You’ve done a great deal of damage, Dalton,” he said slowly, carefully, each word deliberate. “Do you understand how much risk you’ve put her
