Even though both of them had grown up with proper training, it was obvious Carl was no match for Ethan in a real fight.
He'd come with Katherine for her checkup, and stupidly didn't even bring a delta for backup.
A few blows in, and Carl was already eating dirt.
Zane leaned back lazily as he watched the mess unfold.
"That's our alpha, still got those moves," he muttered, half amused, half nostalgic. His mind drifted back to his own painful days as Ethan's sparring partner—getting beat within an inch of his life. The fact he was still alive? That was just dumb luck.
By the time Ethan had pounded Carl within a breath of unconsciousness, he finally let out a bit of that rage he'd been bottling up for days. Just a bit—nowhere near enough.
What he really wanted was to crush
