Riven slammed his fist against the door, and it was loud enough to shake the frame.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events.
"What the fuck's he doing?"
"Has he lost it?"
"He must be begging for death…"
The whispers didn't stop, but Riven didn't care about them. He kept hitting the door as if those words didn't bother him.
The door finally creaked open with a jolt.
The alpha stepped out. His breath was ragged, and his half-unbuttoned shirt clung to his skin. His belt was hanging loose; anyone could tell what he was about to do. He ran a hand through his hair, lazily, and looked pissed off.
"Who the fuck are you?" he growled, eyes narrowing. "Are you seeking death?"
Riven didn't flinch. He shoved him out of the way as he peeked inside the room.
"Come out. Now." He called out to the omega inside the room.
Although Riven was an Omega, he wasn't a weakling who could lose in a fight easily. He had been through more than enough to bring himself up to this point.
