Chapter 215: Dealing with leftovers (3)
[WARNING GORE]
Jason’s lips parted, but no words came. His throat worked around a breath he couldn’t quite control, and for a moment, something flickered in his expression, not fear, not yet, but the beginning of it. Confusion. Disorientation. The realization that something invisible was wrapping around his lungs, pressing, curling inside his skull like smoke.
But still, he tried.
Jason straightened, shoulders rigid against the pull, jaw clenched. "You think this scares me?" he managed, forcing the words out like gravel. "I’ve stood in front of alphas before."
Trevor tilted his head, calm and cold. "Not like me."
The weight of his pheromones shifted, infiltrating the air he breathed, sharp and clean, like glass sliding under skin.
There was no visible tension in Trevor’s body. He didn’t raise his voice or lunge across the table. He simply allowed a thin ripple of dominance to saturate the air, his pheromones crisp and controlled, laced with something ancient, something that reminded even the bravest men that they were soft beneath the surface.
A dominant alpha’s presence wasn’t just stronger than the rest but rewrote the rules of any room they entered.
Trevor let it settle and watched Jason’s pulse stutter, his breath grow shallow. On the other side of the glass, Dax tilted his head, expression unreadable now, the lazy amusement gone.
Jason’s fingers twitched against the table. He blinked too fast, his throat working against the quiet crush of the atmosphere. His next breath came sharp, almost involuntary.
"You feel that?" Trevor asked quietly, voice low but almost gentle. "That’s just the surface. You haven’t even earned worse yet."
Jason swallowed, sweat starting to gather near his collar despite the coolness of the room. "This is illegal," he muttered. "There are limits..."