"Let's go," Azerin growled, gripping Riven's arm and dragging him outside.
Soren, standing near the car, immediately sensed the storm brewing around the Alpha.
"Start the car," Soren told the driver, who promptly opened the door. Azerin shoved Riven into the backseat with little care and slid in beside him. Soren followed, taking the passenger seat.
The moment the doors closed and the vehicle pulled away, Azerin rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to contain his rising temper.
"Explain," he said coldly, his voice low but razor-sharp.
Riven sat tensely, hands clasped together in his lap, eyes fixed on the floor. The silence only seemed to ignite Azerin further.
"Why are you quiet now? You had plenty to say back there, yelling in front of every Alpha!" Azerin snapped, which caused Riven to flinch.
"I did it because that Alpha was hurting the omega," Riven finally said, his voice quieter but steady. "He was forcing him into something against his will."
