No… he wanted revenge.
By the time Arion reached Conference Room Two, the violence in him had become orderly.
That was worse for the Vale family.
Anger, the crude kind, would have given them room to perform. They could have looked frightened, insulted, or victimized by a prince too invested in his mate to behave with imperial restraint. They could have hidden behind Andrea's bruises, behind the language of emotional disturbance, and behind the old reliable argument that a rare dominant omega in distress must be protected before he is judged.
Arion entered the conference room without knocking.
Otto looked up from the head of the table.
The Vale family looked up with him.
