The door burst open with a thunderous crash.
Wood splintered. The frame cracked. And standing in the wreckage, eyes burning green, was Cahir.
For a split second, the world stopped.
Cahir's gaze swept the room. Xandar straddled Katia's body, his hand raised, her dress torn open. The red handprint glowed across her pale cheek. Her eyes widened with terror and pain, her body stiff with resistance.
This wasn't seduction. This wasn't consent.
This was assault.
Something dark crossed Cahir's face. The air around him grew heavy with rage.
"Get. Off. Her." Each word cut like ice.
Xandar scrambled backward off the bed, his hands raised. "Cahir, this isn't—"
"I said GET OFF HER!" The Alpha command in Cahir's voice shook the windows.
Xandar's wolf forced him to obey, h
