ALEJANDRO.
I dig my claws into the ground, jumping up as I growl, running at him. This time, I manage to knock him to the ground. But he instantly uses it to his advantage, throwing me over his shoulder and getting up.
In a flash, I’m in front of him, and I don’t hold back, just the way I don’t with Dante. That fucker is the only one who can beat my ass.
But despite my ruthless attacks, I’m unable to wrap my head around how Royce Arden is so strong.
I’m breathing hard, my eyes burning red and even when I kick him in the stomach, not once do his eyes change from their usual grey. As if this is just a game to him.
I don’t want to draw blood, but I need to see him lose control. I want to see his truth.
“Time to end this fucker.” I growl.
In a flash, I’m in front of him, my claws coming
