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Kieran didn't move at first.
Not even a breath.
His eyes burned…unrelenting…locked onto the figure in the doorway. His hand still gripped Autumn's waist like steel, refusing to let go.
And then when his voice came, it was a roar that made the stone walls shudder.
"What the hell are you doing on these lands without my permission?"
The sound literally cracked through the chamber like lightning.
So sharp even the guards flinched and stumbled further back, palms half covering their ears.
Alpha Malrick didn't flinch though.
Even when his chest rose with a deep, deliberate sigh, as though it cost him something just to stand there.Perhaps ego… perhaps his dignity.
His gaze shifted once…briefly…to Autumn, then back to his son. The look he gave was not soft, nor pleading…there was weight in it. A weight that tried to press down on the fury blazing in Kieran's stance.
