Chapter 9: The Alpha King Came
(Marcus's POV)
The silver cuffs burned into my skin, a biting reminder of the mess I was in. I shifted in the compulsory chair, feeling the fight still boiling in my blood. The fight hadn’t ended, not for me. Not when I could still see his face, hear his words, as sharp as the claws I’d dragged across his arrogant grin.
Dominic.
That bastard deserved worse than what I gave him. My wolf stirred angrily inside me, still pacing, still snarling, but restrained by the damn silver.
My nose wrinkled. A sharp tang of blood reached me. The gashes in my palms, where my claws had bitten down during the fight, hadn’t closed yet. My wolf was too angry to let me heal.
Not that I cared. I didn’t care about the blood, the cuffs digging into my wrists, or the cold
