Fadel’s POV

her body trembling, her hands clawing uselessly at the floor as she struggled to breathe. Satisfaction gleamed in their eyes. Not fear. Not shock.

Enjoyment.

For a split second, my mind went blank with rage. White. Absolute. The kind of fury that had leveled walls and ended bloodlines.

But instinct cut through it.

Save her first.

Nothing else mattered.

I crossed the room in a heartbeat, shoving women aside with brutal force. Gasps and protests erupted too late. I dropped to my ...