Chapter 53

• Rose's POV
• As Alpha Damian and his men finally disappeared into the thinning crowd, the air seemed to breathe again—like the entire arena had been holding its breath in fear. One by one, the spectators trickled away, their whispers fading into the background. But I couldn’t move.
• I remained there, on my knees, cradling Branson’s lifeless body. His blood was still warm against my fingers, a haunting reminder of how quickly life could be taken. His face was at peace, but my heart was in pieces. The fight was over, but my war had just begun.