DARRAGH'S POV

Sara's fingers laced through mine, warm yet trembling with an unspoken urgency. Her pulse thrummed against my skin as she guided me across the balcony. Omegas parted before us like a reluctant sea, their conversations dying to hushed whispers. Eyes tracked our movement—some curious, others wary—as we pushed through the crowd.

The weight of their stares pressed against my back until Sara pulled me into her room, slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the hinges. The ...