Dahmer Lukas didn't give Marcus so much as a backward glance. The accusation hanging in the courtyard air was beneath his notice. To the Enigma, the personal assistant was nothing more than a minor administrative variable, completely eclipsed by the priority of the unconscious Alpha King cradled against his ribs.
With a stride that defied the massive, muscular weight of the 220-pound man in his arms, Dahmer carried Malcolm straight through the grand foyer. His silver eyes remained locked on Malcolm's pale, sweat-slicked face, ignoring the clatter of Marcus's dropped digital tablet echoing against the walls. The doors of the master wing slid open as Dahmer vanished into the private depths of the estate, entirely consumed by the need to secure his pregnant mate.
