Fusillade
Lexus was done—fucking done. This was the last time he would stand by while another alpha abused and berated his omega. His claws and fangs were drenched in cooling gore, the remnants of the bastard who had dared to force Azrin into a public submission. The scene replayed in his mind, the way the brute had snarled, forcing Azrin to bear his throat. When Rin hadn’t complied willingly, the alpha had drawn blood, bringing talons and teeth into the fray. Lexus had been helpless, trapped in the crowd, his fury boiling over as he watched the freckled omega get torn into.
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