The Alpha didn't give Lev a chance to resist. He dragged him out of the house, his grip unrelenting, fingers locked around Lev's wrist like an iron shackle.
Shoving him into the car, Clyde expected him to thrash, to lash out, to fight like a cornered animal. But Lev…
Lev didn't struggle.
That was the first surprise.
At first, Clyde assumed he had finally realized the truth—there was no escape, no way out of this. Ryley, the real one, should have known that by now.
But then—
A low, cold chuckle slipped from Lev's lips.
Clyde's brow twitched. His grip tightened as he yanked Lev slightly forward. "What's so funny?"
Lev lifted his head, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips, but his eyes… there was something unreadable in them, something dark, something knowing.
Clyde's voice dropped, low and edged with warning.
"I'm about to do the same thing you did to me during that Munera match."
And yet—