Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Keaton lunged forward, tackling Hayden to the ground.
Robbie ran though the entrance of the room, panting as he frantically looked around. He looked absolutely wild, robbed of his "gentle but somewhat violent giant" look. He hadn't shifted, but had definitely been fighting by the look of his tattered clothing and bloodied knuckles.
"He's gonna make this slow," Robbie huffed as he cut through my restraints. "I don't wanna be around for it."
"We'll give them some privacy," I swallowed, closing his eyes as Hayden began to beg for mercy. "Is it just you and Keaton?" I asked, rubbing my wrists where the skin had been rubbed raw from the rope.