Chapter 83: Fists of Fury and Fires of Renewal

Travis’s fists hammered relentlessly against Jeremy’s jaw, the savage fury driving every blow like a tempest unleashed. Each clash echoed deep within the small, dim safehouse room, a brutal crescendo of rage and desperation.

The dark alpha staggered beneath the barrage, his cruel smirk twisting into a grimace of pain, then dissolving entirely when his legs gave way beneath him, and he crumpled unconscious onto the worn wooden floor.

Breathing hard, muscles trembling with effort and adrenaline, Travis stepped back, eyes wild and roaring with primal protectiveness. He had never wanted it to come to this - never thought he’d have to assault a man so completely - but Jeremy’s darkness left him no choice.

Without hesitation, Travis grabbed coarse rope tied nearby, looping it with practiced knots under Jeremy’s wrists and ankles. The alpha’s limp form was heavy, but Travis’s resolve was iron as he dragged Jeremy down the narrow stairs to the basement - away from the safehouse’s fragile ligh