The ruthless Alpha king captive mate
Instead of ducking, Ryker thrust his left arm straight up, throwing his broad forelimb directly into the path of my open mouth to block his neck.
*SNAP!*
My teeth sinked into the protective pad. I growled and whipped my heavy front paws forward, flexing my sharp black claws. I raked them violently down his chest, trying to gut him.
SCRATCH!
My claws tore straight through his thick shirt, leaving four deep red lines across his chest. Blood welled up, staining the fabric, but Ryker didn't even make a sound. He didn't flinch or stumble backward. He simply absorbed the impact like an iron wall.