“Alpha, Alpha, please stop,” Celeste begged Syzar’s unfiltered rage as he attacked the beta; she pleaded desperately.
Callix didn’t fight back against his alpha’s attack at all. The beta knew his faults and how compromising that position had been; it showed his guilt.
“Beta Callix didn’t do anything; I was the one who held on,” she pleaded to the alpha, who released the male’s throat, leaving Callix heaving and stumbling back against the wall with ragged breaths.
“Stay,” he commanded his beta as he turned his gaze now to Celeste, his eyes enveloped in mad and cruel rage as his hands gripped her tightly by the shoulders.
“First that bastard Maverick and now my beta—was my f*****g c**k truly not enough for you?” he snarled with such a wicked tone that Celeste felt miserable in her stomac
