Max's POV
The rage burning in my chest wasn't ordinary fury. This was something darker, wilder, more vicious. It exploded the moment this bastard dared to speak about her with his filthy mouth. I had killed countless times before without hesitation, without remorse. Age, gender, background - none of it ever mattered when I had a target to eliminate.
But this piece of trash? I wanted more than just his death. I wanted to rip his still-beating heart from his chest and crush it in my bare hands.
"Hey," he grinned through blood-stained teeth, "what's with that murderous look? We're not enemies here. We don't even know each other. But you send that gorgeous little Alpha away and come here to kill me? Did I miss something, or do you want a taste of his sweet body too?"
The words exploded in my skull like dynamite.
