The moment the rogue pulled out the silver blade, Damon moved.
Years of training took over.
Instinct took over.
The mate bond took over.
One second the rogue was standing near the entrance.
The next, Damon was already between him and Emilia.
A furious growl ripped from his chest.
The sound shook the café.
Customers screamed.
Chairs crashed to the floor.
People rushed toward the exits in panic.
Damon barely noticed.
His entire focus remained on the threat.
On the man foolish enough to point a silver weapon toward Emilia.
Toward their mate.
The rogue smiled.
Actually smiled.
As if he knew exactly what he was doing.
As if provoking four Alphas at the same time wasn’t a death sentence.
“You found her quickly,” the rogue said.
Rowan’s eyes flashed dangerously.
“What did you
