"What is the meaning of this?" Alaric raises a questioning eyebrow at Mylo as he takes haunting steps toward him.
"Stay back, stay away from me," Mylo takes a step backward, his body trembling with anger.
He quickly squats down and picks up a shard of glass from the floor and points it at Alaric, "Don't come any closer, you have to let me go."
"You are only hurting yourself with that? What is your problem?" Alaric continues taking short strides toward Mylo, his gaze fixed on how the sharp shard of glass cuts into the boy's palm as he grips tightly onto it, blood dripping to his elbow.
"Throw that away and come over here, now!" Alaric commands, with a hint of impatience, he had a few of his friends over and he could not believe this was the attitude his omega was putting on?
Jamie was almost wetting himself in the corner as the Alpha's boisterous voice was forcing every nerve and cell in his body to submit to his demands.
