Betrayed by Blood
The room fell deathly silent.
Cain remained motionless at first, but the atmosphere around him changed, thick with something dark and dangerous. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching violently. His breathing was slow and controlled, but it was a facade of restraint. He was on the brink of exploding.
Then, without warning, he moved.
The nearest maid barely had time to blink before Cain's hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat. She screamed, her feet kicking as he lifted her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. The other maids stumbled back, hands clasped over their mouths, frozen in sheer terror.
"How dare you put your hands on her!" Cain's voice was low, seething, his grip tightening. "What gives you the right to hit her?" He snarled.
The maid in his grasp clawed at his wrist, gasping for air, her eyes wide. "A-Alpha—" she stammered.
Cain didn't release his grip.