Aurora's pulse pounded in her ears as she stood between two raging Alphas, both carrying a storm in their eyes.
Marcus’s irises flickered with barely restrained rage, while Malakai—battered and bleeding—wore a smug f*****g grin despite the blood dripping from his lip.
The fight had to stop.
"Enough!" Aurora yelled, her voice cutting through the thick air like a knife.
Marcus's fists clenched, his entire body trembling with a dangerous energy as he glared down at Malakai. His wolf was barely contained, clawing at the surface, demanding more blood.
Aurora stepped closer, her hands shaking as she placed them gently on Marcus’s chest, feeling the raw power coiled beneath his muscles.
"Marcus… please," she whispered, her voice softer now, pleading. "Don’t do this."
Marcus’s entire frame
