Jethro’s roar shook the glass walls as he slammed into Marcellus, tearing him away from Rashel before the beta’s claws could sink into her. Marcellus crashed into the far wall with bone-cracking force, sliding to the floor in a stunned heap. Rashel’s breath heaved in her chest, one hand pressed to the panic button she hadn’t reached in time.
Jethro’s power poured through the room like a storm surge. His eyes burned gold, his voice a low snarl.
“Don’t you dare, Marcellus.”
Marcellus tried to stand, but Jethro’s aura alone forced him back down. He trembled, sweat dripping from his temples, unable to meet the Alpha’s gaze. Rashel could barely move, her heart still thundering from the beta’s attack.
Jethro turned to her, concern cutting through the fury.
“Rashel. Are you hurt?”
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