Third Person's POV Magnus said nothing. He simply wrapped an arm around Aysel from behind, keeping his large hand firmly over her eyes as he guided her backward with smooth, controlled steps, retreating from the doorway and revealing the room's full interior to those behind them. Mistaking the pause for danger, the security team surged forward in a rush, weapons raised- The next second- "AHHH-!" Celestine's scream tore through the yacht like a shrill alarm. "Get out! Get out! All of you-leave!" Still reeling from the shock of being caught in the act by Aysel, and now faced with a sudden flood of strangers, Celestine nearly lost her mind. The sheets had long since been kicked away in the frenzy. Panicking, she snatched the only pillow left by the headboard and pressed it to herself, face burning crimson. Yet Damon utterly ignored the humiliation of being witnessed. His eyes were still unfocused, heat and instinct overriding reason, as he wrapped himself back around her. The pillow fell again. With nowhere to hide, Celestine could only curl beneath him, screaming in mortified panic, her voice piercing and relentless. Outside the door- Aysel: ...... The staff at the doorway: ...... Their expressions mirrored the feeling of having swallowed something foul. They had been racing against death, risking their lives to protect the guests-while these two had been locked away in a room, lost to instinct and oblivious to danger. The captain of security reacted fastest, urgently signaling for everyone to pull back. "Sorry-sorry. Please, continue," he said hastily. After a pause, he pushed the door open again, keeping his back firmly turned as he raised his voice. "Ah-just... maybe stop for now? Something's happened onboard. It's not safe." Thank the moons it had been them who entered. If kidnappers had found the pair instead-dragged out naked and exposed-the social death alone would have been unimaginable. "AHHH-!" Celestine's scream resumed the moment she realized they hadn't fully left. In blind panic, she slapped Damon hard across the face. The sharp pain cut through the haze. Damon's awareness snapped back, his pupils clearing as he stared down at Celestine, then toward the man standing rigidly at the door. His entire body froze. At the same moment, Aysel pried Magnus's hand away, stretching her neck slightly in curiosity, trying to see what was causing the renewed chaos. Her gaze slipped through the crack in the door-just in time to meet Damon's. "Aysel..." Realizing the full weight of the situation, Damon's lips trembled. The color drained from his face until it was nearly bloodless. The awkward cabin check finally ended. At the far end of the corridor, the last missing kidnapper appeared-dragging Fenrir out of his room at knifepoint. Aysel couldn't help but reflect that wolves really did fare better in packs. Look at tonight-every lone wolf had ended badly. This pattern was painfully familiar. Magnus and Aysel had already lived through it once. Seeing that the target had been found, Magnus ignored Fenrir's pleading stare. He simply took Aysel's hand and looked to the head of security. "He's yours."Had it been anyone else, Magnus might have finished the job himself. But since it was Fenrir-he decided to let them "handle it." The overwhelmed security captain blinked. "Huh?" That was it? You're just... leaving? On the deck, fate repeated itself. Two opposing sides once again found themselves in a standoff. Serena arrived at a run-just in time to witness Fenrir and the kidnapper stumble over scattered debris and tumble together over the railing, splashing into the sea, followed by medics diving in after them in frantic succession. Serena stared. This cursed sense of déjà vu- What kind of damned feng shui does this yacht have? As everyone rushed to rescue the fallen, she stood frozen for a brief moment, dazed. That railing... Should it be raised? Or not? But that was a problem for later. Tonight's greatest crisis dissolved quietly into the dark waters. Aside from a handful of sharp-eyed wolves, most guests never realized how close they had come to disaster. The kidnappers were locked deep in the lower hold and transferred that same night-retrieved by Jackson and Kian, who arrived by speedboat. Unbeknownst to the guests, Magnus's wolves had been shadowing the yacht from a distance the entire time. Jackson and Kian had thought this trip would be a leisurely, paid vacation-cards flying, drinks flowing. Fate, however, had other plans. Forced into sudden midnight overtime, they vented their frustration thoroughly on the captives.One more detail stood out- Among those transferred was Olivia of the Darkmoon Pack, the young lady Aysel and Magnus had rescued from the cockpit. It was later learned that she had been the first to fall into the kidnappers' hands. Desperate to survive-and driven by jealousy-she had told them that Aysel was the most valuable target aboard. The easiest prey. She had been wrong.