"Jonas, this is between me and my wife."
His voice was strained, the message clear—outsiders shouldn't interfere.
The air was suffocating with Alpha energy, mingled with the metallic scent of blood and Rodney's occasional pained groans. Everything felt ready to explode at any moment.
Jonas seemed unfazed. "Niklaus, I don't think you two should continue discussing anything tonight. Why don't you handle things here, and I'll take Freya home?"
His gaze swept the hallway. Niklaus followed his look and noticed many room doors were ajar. Their commotion had frightened other guests, who were now watching from behind their doors. Some even had phones out, recording discreetly.
Niklaus's expression hardened as his eyes fell back on Freya. She'd rushed out in her nightclothes. Thoug
