THE ALPHA'S REGRET
Claw marks opened across Alex's arms, his shoulders, his back, painting everywhere with crimson.
As Ryder reared back, preparing for the killing blow, I fought with everything I had to regain control, but it wasn't working.
He was too strong, too consumed by rage and territorial instinct.
His claws extended, gleaming silver in the streetlight as he prepared to deliver the death strike across Alex's throat.
"No! Stop!" I commanded with every ounce of Alpha authority I possessed, but Ryder didn't listen. He was in full control now, not me.
I tried desperately to force his claws to retract, but it was too late. Ryder brought his claws down in a deadly arc, aimed straight for Alex's neck.