ZEDKIEL.
I saw red. The urge to rip the girl who had attacked what belonged to me bled through me, and I attacked. Another vicious snarl ripped through the halls as I grabbed her violently and threw her across the hall. She hit the far wall with a satisfying crunch. She cried out as Odette screamed, but I didn’t care.
They deserved more, I looked at my little Omega, who was hugging herself, trying to shield her exposed breasts, which I wouldn’t mind admiring all night and day. Her clothes were torn ruthlessly, and it only made my blood boil further. I yanked my shirt off, throwing it at her before I turned to the slumped figure against the far wall.
Only I should be the one to see her body.
"P-please Zedkiel." Odette whimpered, foolishly daring to step in my way.
She stunk of fear lik
