Alpha Christian snarls, surging forward to clamp his teeth over my neck. I dodge just in time to avoid getting my throat torn out, and he follows through with a s***h along my chest. Blood gushes out of me in perilous amounts, but I still feel nothing.
My sight bleeds into red, and my shoulders and arms triple in size as I shift, taking on the form of man-wolf. I roar, raw power leaking from my veins, and Alpha Christian groans, his alpha blood fighting against my aura. He snarls in defiance, even as his knees give out. He topples forward, refusing to bend the knee as disbelief, panic, and rage darken his eyes.
Alphas do not bow to other alphas, much less kneel to them.
But I’m not normal, and I never have been. I’m larger, faster, and deadlier than any other alpha I’ve met for good rea
