Kael's Perspective
He snapped.
In a blink, he crossed the space, his hand gripping Senna's throat and slamming her against the iron rail. The fire escape shuddered with the force.
"You dare touch him in front of me?" Kael's voice was silk over steel, his grip tightening just enough to cut off her smirk. "You dare whisper poison into his ears?"
Senna choked, her hands clawing at his wrist. But she didn't beg. Instead, she rasped out between strangled breaths, "See, Rayan? This is the man you love. Look at him."
Rayan's Perspective
Rayan's chest constricted. He stumbled forward, voice cracking.
"Kael, stop!"
The Alpha froze. His crimson gaze snapped to Rayan, a beast leashed only by that trembling plea. For a moment, silence hung between them—Rayan's wide, terrified eyes, Kael's bloodlust barely restrained.
Kael released Senna, letting her collapse onto the grated floor, coughing violently. But his hand lingered in the air, trembling with the force of holding back.
