Chapter 98
Jack
Anger isn't new to me.
I've known it my whole life — its pulse, its taste, the way it sits just behind the ribs waiting for an excuse to claw its way out.
But I've spent years mastering control. I don't let it rule me. I don't lose myself to it.
Not anymore.
That's what I tell myself, anyway.
Until today.
I'm walking toward them — Ciel and Nolan — my chest still light from the laughter we shared earlier. It's a great day, I'm happy, they are happy, we're all happy.
And then I smell it.
Another alpha's pheromones. On him.
On my omega.
Everything stops.
Ciel is half-hidden behind Nolan, trembling, his scent tangled with fear and shame. I see his clothes tugged, his face pale, his hands shaking. And I see him — the bastard standing too close, smirking like the world owes him something.
Something inside me snaps.
I act face, and punch him straight to the jaw.
"Nolan," I say quietly. Too quietly. "Go."
I don't turn to watch them go.
