The night air clung to my skin as I wriggled uselessly against the solid wall of muscle carrying me. Tristan's grip didn't loosen—not for a second.
His broad shoulder dug into my stomach, and every step he took sent a jolt through me, a humiliating reminder that I was entirely at his mercy.
The other men—his brothers, I realized—watched in stunned silence.
Their shock was almost comical, their heads tilting in unison as the Alpha Prince hauled me straight through the estate gates without a word of explanation.
No one dared to stop him.
Because who would?
He was Tristan Howlcrest—the next Lord Alpha, the ruthless firstborn son. If he wanted to drag a girl into his home, no one would question it.
Including me… apparently.
The estate was ridiculous—so much wealth it made me dizzy.
Chandeliers glimmered through tall windows, and the gardens were lined with perfectly trimmed hedges.
