The broken glass was still scattered across the hallway floor.
Moonlight spilled through the tall estate windows, catching the jagged shards and turning them into silver knives across the marble. Every broken piece reflected a different fragment of the chaos that had erupted only hours earlier.
Servants had tried to clean it earlier.
Twice.
Both times Damien had stopped them.
The first servant had hesitated, broom in hand, clearly uncomfortable leaving such a mess inside the Alpha's home. The second had simply lowered her eyes and stepped away after seeing Damien's expression.
Now no one dared question his decision.
He wanted the damage visible.
A reminder.
A warning.
Someone had been bold enough to enter his territory.
Bold enough to threaten his mate.
Bold enough to target his unborn child.
That mistake would not go unanswered.
The estate itself seemed to sense his mood.
The halls were quieter than usual.
Guards moved with greater caution.
