The weight of the Alpha was a crushing, absolute force that defied the laws of biology. Zeven felt his sternum groan under the immense pressure of those titanium-laced jaws. Every fiber of his being was screaming in agony, yet the cold, synthetic scent of ozone and heated metal radiating from the Alpha forced his senses to remain painfully sharp. His vision flickered, the edges of his sight turning into a dark tunnel as the oxygen in his lungs grew scarce. He was trapped, pinned to the cold, blood-slicked stone of the temple floor, with the weight of a monster slowly grinding his body into submission.
"Is this the legacy you defend, Zeven?" the Alpha snarled, his voice a distorted, grinding cacophony that vibrated through Zeven’s shattered ribs. "You are nothing more than a broken vessel
