Taming His Fragile Alpha
Instead, with a motion so blindingly fast, he reached out with his left hand, grabbing the rusted iron cleaver mid-air with his white gloved fingers.
With a brutal twist, he shattered the blade into pieces, stepping forward to drive his elbow directly into the second rogue’s chest, crushing his ribs with a sickening crunch.
The final rogue took one look at the sheer, terrifying dominance of the masked Omega and turned to flee into the green.
Silence descended, broken only by my frantic, desperate wheezing as I stared up at my savior from the dirt.
The forest scent exploded into the space, instantly neutralizing the foul odor of the rogues, wrapping around me like a heavy, thick blanket.