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Knox emerged from the basement cellar, dragging Fletcher with a grip as firm as iron. He tossed him unceremoniously at Kael's feet, the thud of Fletcher's body hitting the ground echoing through the tense air. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as a palpable wave of raw, unbridled alpha power radiated from both Kael and Knox. It was overwhelming, almost suffocating in its intensity, and I found myself struggling to reconcile these fierce, commanding figures with the men I knew.

Kael loomed over Fletcher, his presence dominating. His voice was a menacing growl, each word laced with a ferocity that sent shivers down my spine. "Listen to me, Fletcher, because this is the only fucking chance you're getting," Kael snarled, his face inches from Fletcher's. "You've been hiding behind Dad's protection for too long. Shape up, or I swear, I'll end you. Do you fucking understand me?"

Fletcher's response was a defiant sneer, a silent challenge that hung heavily in the air. In an instant, K