Bit His Arm

Roman's POV

Though I had told my mate-brother that I would have nothing to do with her, that whether she lived or died had nothing to do with me, I still couldn't help but feel concerned the moment I heard her painful screams.

My heart nearly stopped.

Without thinking, without hesitation, I ran to her room as if I was responding to the innate instinct buried deep within me. I didn't question it—I just moved.

The other four followed behind, but I was the first to reach the door. And the moment I stepped into the room, I froze. My chest tightened. My heart dropped.