They were still in the sterile confines of the VIP ward at the Matching Centre, and Nathan's powerful frame loomed over Jace, his fingers clamped like a vice around the younger man's throat. Jace's face was turning a deep shade of purple, his eyes bulging as he clawed weakly at Nathan's unyielding grip. The room echoed with Jace's strangled gasps and Nathan's low, menacing growls.
"You think you can just waltz in here and say his name?" Nathan snarled, his voice laced with possessiveness. His pheromones flooded the space, an overpowering wave that made the air feel heavy and oppressive. As an alpha, Nathan's dominance was instinctual, but at the moment, it was fueled by raw jealousy. "Elias is mine. Mine! You don't get to ask about him. You don't get to think about him."
