Fated to the Demon Alpha
He choked out.
"Wasn't that what you wanted?" Xavier asked with a smirk. He stepped towards the smaller alpha. "How do you want me to surrender, little mate?"
Jett's eyes blazed with fury, taking out a dagger from the back of his pants, pointing it straight at Xavier's chest, poking at it. "I crave for nothing more than your death!" He gritted.
Xavier smiled, his hand reaching out to brush Jett's hair out from his face before his hand gilds down to Jett's hand, resting there, and without a moment hesitation, he punctured the dagger through his chest.
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