ALARIC POV
Seeing Reeve treated like a tool again—used and disrespected by that alchemist, Dorian—was the final push I needed. The rage building inside me was no longer human.
It belonged to Orin. And he had completely taken over.
My eyes locked onto Dorian Duskborne, who always looked at me with quiet contempt. But this time, that contempt came with a smug, victorious smile. By the Moon Goddess, I would not let Dorian touch what was mine!
Without thinking, I lunged forward, ignoring the pain tearing through my body. Pure golden aura coated my fist as I swung at Dorian.
Dorian saw the attack coming. He tried to raise his alchemical shield to block me. But my strength, fueled by jealousy, was too overwhelming. My fist shattered the purple barrier and slammed straight into his jaw.
