Alexander's POV
The scream didn’t just break the silence of the penthouse; it eviscerated it.
It was a sound of pure, unadulterated terror that tore through the walls and became a projectile of raw panic.
MATE! Titus roared, the sound fracturing my mind like a hammer hitting glass. SHE IS DYING! SHE IS BEING EATEN! KILL! KILL! KILL!
I moved faster than thought. I was a blur of violence tearing down the hallway, the carpet shredding under the force of my acceleration. I hit her bedroom door without slowing down and didn’t even bother with the handle. I didn’t bother with the lock. I hit the solid oak with my shoulder and the door didn’t just open - it exploded inward, splinters raining down like confetti.
Lilian was thrashing on the bed, a chaotic tangle of limbs and high-thread-count
