ALPHA ADRIAN’S PLAYTHING.
Summoning all my strength, I twisted and slapped him hard across the face, the sharp sound cutting through the nearby conversations.
He stumbled back, shock flashing in his eyes, quickly replaced by rage. His hand shot up, ready to strike back, and I braced myself, prepared for the worst.
But the blow never came.
A strong hand gripped his wrist mid-air, stopping him cold. I looked up, and there stood Adrian, his expression carved from stone, his eyes a dangerous, intense shade I had never seen before. His hand tightened around the man’s wrist with a grip that seemed unbreakable, his presence radiating a chilling authority that made even me shiver.
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