He tries to hide the anger and venom in his voice as he asks Mylo, "What are you doing?"
"No… nothing," Mylo faltered as words stuck and clogged his throat, "Nothing… I was not doing anything."
He begins hyperventilating as Alaric approaches him, "No, please… I did not do anything," His heart begins palpitating as intense fear and chills overwhelms him, cold sweats clinging to his skin.
"Give me that!" Alaric snatches his phone from Mylo and looks at the number before ending the call. He grabs Mylo's hair, yanking him up, "On your knees."
"Wait, wait, please wait," Mylo wraps his hands around Alaric's wrists, trying to stop the Alpha from ripping off his delicate scalp, "Wait…!"
Slap!
Alaric lands a hard slap across Mylo's face, his fingers still gripping around the edges of his hair to keep him steady on his knees, "Look at me," Alaric waves his fingers in Mylo's face, trying to get the boy to look at him because his vision was blurred by the slap.
