Consequences of the actions

The grand hall fell silent as the murmurs and laughter of the celebration died down, every eye turning towards the entryway. Two of Damien's warriors struggled to restrain a dishevelled and wild-eyed Malcom as they dragged him into the centre of the hall; his pants were off, and his face smeared with rage and desperation.

"Let go of me!" Malcom roared, his voice thick with fury and barely-contained emotion. He thrashed against the warriors' hold.

"Malcom!" Alpha Falcon's voice thundered over the crowd, piercing through the shocked silence. "What is the meaning of this?"

Damien stepped forward, his face hard as stone, his presence commanding. He surveyed the gathering, his gaze settling briefly on Alpha Falcon and then on Liana, who looked both horrified and confused. "Malcom was assaulting Jessica in the guest quarters," he announced, his tone calm but laced with unmistakable disgust.