Alpha Derrick's POV
"Do your worst! You beast!!" He yelled, yanking at the hold with anger in his eyes.
"Do you really want to know what I can do?" I asked, my voice low but filled with rage.
"Yes! What else could you possibly do that you haven't already?" he snarled right in my face.
"A whole damn lot," I snapped.
I walked to the right side of the bed and unlatched the belt, then moved to the left and did the same. With a sharp tug, I removed the belt from his wrists.
Our eyes met. There was no fear in his — only defiance. He thought he had seen the worst of me. He was wrong.
I grabbed his arm and yanked him off the bed, gripping him firmly. "Like I said, I won't touch you like that… but you will pay for every word you just spat at me," I growled, my voice cold and threatening.
And with that, I dragged him out of my room.
