"Castrate me?" Gabe let out a low, mocking laugh, a crooked smirk spreading across his bruised face. "You'll only end up hurting yourself, Sabe and I mean every word of that."
He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with defiance. "You don't even know if the baby inside Matthew is yours yet. You called him a whore yourself, remember? That means the child in his belly could belong to any other Alpha out there." Gabe scoffed. "So tell me, if you end up castrating yourself, how the fuck do you plan on reproducing again?"
"Shut the fuck up, Gabe!" Sabe roared. His fury exploded as he stormed forward, dropping to one knee in front of Gabe and pressing the cold blade of a knife against his throat.
"You're the one I'll be castrating," he snarled, eyes wild. "You and that pathetic therapist who dared to touch what belongs to me."
