Alec.
I punch one of my warriors hard, feeling a sick kind of satisfaction when I hear his nose break. He groans, but that doesn't deter me. I land another blow and another until he’s on the floor.
“Get up, Brady,” I commanded, but he didn’t.
I know that I’m pushing him, but he’s one of my best warriors, and he should be able to f*****g keep up with me.
It pisses me off when he doesn’t get up. I was on edge, and so was Knox. Every small thing set us off, and we were both dying for a fight. It's too f*****g bad that no one I know is a worthy opponent.
“I told you to f*****g get up!” I roared, releasing my alpha command.
His back straightens, and he struggles to get up, trying his best to obey his alpha. I know deep down that I wasn’t thinking straight, but losing your mate can do that
