The Beast Unleashed
Roman's pov
The moment I stepped into the nightclub I felt her.
The bond snapped tight in my chest, pulling me forward like a chain wrapped around my ribs, dragging me straight to her.
The music was deafening, the lights blinding, bodies everywhere but non of it mattered.
Because I could feel her. She was close, too close.
My jaw tightened as my eyes scanned the crowd, my senses sharpened, filtering through the noise, the scent, the chaos and then I saw her and froze.
Aurora was on the dance floor. Her body moving to the rhythm, that black dress clinging to her in ways that made something dark and possessive surge violently through my veins.
But it wasn’t just that. It was the unknown male that had his arms wrapped around her waist.
Rage boiled up like acid, burning it's way through my throat.
A low, dangerous growl tore from my chest and my vision darkened instantly.
Mine.
The word slammed through my mind with brutal force.
My beast surged forward, claws scraping violently, demanding release.
Kill him.
My hands curled into fists as I watched him pull her closer and she did nothing to stop him.
The world around me blurred as I moved.
One second I was across the room the
next I was there.
My hand shot out, gripping the male by the collar and ripping him away from her with brutal force.
Aurora gasped. The music cut abruptly. Silence crashed down over the entire club.
Every eye turned to me.
I didn't see or hear them all I saw was red.
“Touch her again,” I growled, my voice low and deadly, “and I’ll rip your arms off.”
The male barely had time to react before my fist collided with his face.
The crack echoed through the silence.
He stumbled back but I didn’t stop.
Another hit and another.
Rage fueled every movement, every strike harder than the last as I drove him back, my vision narrowed, my control slipped further with each blow.
He hit the ground and I followed.
My fist slammed into him again, and again.
“Roman—stop!”
Aurora’s voice felt distant and faint.
I ignored it.
My fist came down again.
“Roman, please!” she cried, panic laced her voice.
But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
Not when another male had touched what was mine.
Not when I could still see his hands on her.
My next strike was cut off suddenly. A body collided with mine, soft, small and familiar. Aurora threw herself in front of him, shielding and protecting him.
My fist stopped mid-air.
My entire body went rigid.
“What are you doing?” I snarled, fury burning through me as I glared down at her. “Move.”
She shook her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “No.”
My eyes darkened dangerously. “Aurora.”
“He’s hurt,” she said, her voice trembled but firm. “You’re going to kill him.”
My jaw clenched.
“Move,” I repeated, my voice dropping lower. More dangerous.
“No,” she said again.
The defiance in her tone hit something raw inside me.
“You’re protecting him?” I demanded, disbelief and rage colliding violently in my chest.
“He doesn’t deserve this!”
“He touched you.”
The words came out like a threat,
A Warning.
“And that gives you the right to do this?” she shot back, her voice breaking slightly.
My control slipped further.
“You are mine,” I snapped.
The words echoed through the silent club.
“And he—” I gestured sharply toward the male behind her, barely conscious— “forgot that.”
“He didn’t know!” she cried.
“I don’t care!”
The room felt like it was closing in, tension suffocating, every pair of eyes locked on us but none of it mattered.
Only her, standing in front of him.
Choosing him over me.
That thought twisted something dark and violent inside my chest.
“Move,” I said again, quieter this time—but far more dangerous.
She didn’t and that—
That nearly broke the last thread of control I had left.
“Roman!”
Kiera’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.
She pushed through the crowd, her eyes landing on the scene on Aurora and the on the male on the ground.
Her expression changed.
“What have you done?” she gasped, rushing forward.
I didn’t respond.
Didn’t look away from Aurora.
But then Kiera dropped to her knees beside the male, her hands hovered over him, panic flooding her features.
“My God…” she whispered.
Then her head snapped up and her eyes locked onto mine.
Fury igniting instantly.
“What have you done to my brother?!”
The words hit like a blow.
Brother?
The word echoed in my mind.
Disbelief cutting through the rage.
“Brother…?” I repeated, my voice quieter now. Sharper.
Kiera’s eyes burned with anger. “Yes—my brother!”
I stared at her unmoved and unapologetic.
“He touched you.”
The words came out low and final.
Like that alone justified everything.
Her brows furrowed, disbelief flashed across her face. “That doesn’t give you the right to hurt him, you nearly killed him!”
My jaw tightened.
“It does,” I snapped.
A ripple of tension moved through the crowd still watching us, though they kept their distance.
Aurora shook her head slowly, like she couldn’t recognize the man standing in front of her.
“Just… leave,” she said, her voice quieter now but no less firm. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
Something cold settled in my chest.
“No.”
Her head snapped up. “No?”
“I’m not leaving you here,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re not staying.”
“I didn’t ask you to stay,” she shot back. “I asked you to leave.”
My eyes darkened.
“That’s not happening.”
Her chest rose sharply with a breath. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”
“I do,” I said flatly.
Silence stretched between us again.
Dangerous.
“You don’t own me, Roman,” she said, each word deliberate. “You don’t get to control where I go or what I do.”
A low, humorless chuckle left me.
“You’re getting bold.”
Her chin lifted slightly. “Maybe I am.”
My gaze flickered briefly toward Kiera before returning to Aurora.
“Spending too much time with her,” I muttered. “She’s a bad influence.”
“Oh, don’t start,” Kiera cut in sharply.
She stepped forward, placing herself slightly beside Aurora now, her posture defensive.
“You can’t keep her locked up in that palace forever,” Kiera continued, crossing her arms. “She’s not a prisoner. She has a life.”
My patience snapped.
“Watch your tone,” I said coldly, my eyes locking onto hers. “And don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
Kiera snickered.
The sound grated against my already thinning control.
“Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “The great Lycan King.”
Sarcasm dripped from every word.
“And maybe,” she added, her eyes flickered briefly toward Aurora, “you should start being honest with your mate.”
Something in my chest tightened.
“What are you implying?” I asked, my voice dropping.
Kiera’s smirk widened slightly. “Have you told her about your past?”
My body went still.
“And the women you’ve been with?”
The air shifted instantly.
Thick and volatile.
“That’s none of your business,” I snapped, fury flaring again.
Aurora’s gaze snapped to me.
“What is she talking about?” she asked, her voice quieter now but filled with something sharper.
Something searching.
I didn’t answer nor did I look at her.
Because this, this wasn’t the place or the time.
“Amanda?” Aurora pressed, the name slipping from her lips like a test.
My silence was answer enough.
Her expression faltered.
“Roman,” she said again, softer this time. “Is it true?”
I clenched my jaw and Ignored the question. I also Ignored the look in her eyes. Because right now non of that mattered.
Not compared to the fact that she was still standing here.
Still exposed, still drawing attention and still within reach of others.
That alone was enough to reignite the anger simmering beneath my skin.
Without another word I moved Before she could react, I grabbed her and hoisted her over my shoulder in one swift motion.
She gasped.
“Roman! Put me down!”
I ignored her.
Her fists hit against my back as she struggled, her voice rising. “I’m serious put me down!”
“No.”
The single word was final.
Absolute.
I turned and walked toward the exit, the crowd parting instantly, no one daring to get in my way.
“Roman!” she shouted again, twisting slightly. “You can’t just carry me out like this!”
“I just did.”
“You’re unbelievable!”
“And you’re done for the night.”
Her movements stilled slightly at that.
“You don’t get to decide that!” she snapped.
“I already have.”
The night air hit us as I stepped outside, cooler, quieter—but the tension between us only intensified.
Behind us, I could hear Kiera calling out.
“Roman, you better fix this!”
I didn’t look back and I didn't stop.
Because right now there was only one thing on my mind.
Getting her out of there.