Chapter 94

• DARIUS
• ★★★★★★
• The grand doors of the banquet hall loomed before me, and I pushed them open, the heavy wood groaning in protest. Blood. So much fucking blood. It was all over me, a grim reminder of what I'd had to do. Behind me, Sylas grunted, carrying Michael's limp body like a sack of potatoes. The sight hit the Alphas gathered inside like a punch to the gut. Their eyes went wide, some paling, others narrowing in disbelief. My guards, the loyal and trusted ones, fanned out, blocking every exit. No one was going anywhere.