Chapter 5. To Rage by the Price

Ansel wriggled away from the press of Alain’s knees on his stomach. The dark Alpha stood, letting him do so.

But before that, Alain let him taste the might of his kick one last time.

Ansel grunt in pain. Pushing, sobbing through his gritted teeth, Ansel managed to prop himself to a wooden pillar. He was barely standing, barely looking Alpha-ish.

When a moment had passed, Sasha Forster risked a look at the two of them. Their faces were tight with disappointment.

She loosened a deep sigh. The two men of her life. The two men she was involved with…

Sasha was just struck by the realization: she’s basically sandwiched by these two. Whatever was bothering them, whatever misunderstanding or ‘personal war’ was brewing between them, she stood in the middle of it.

Just like how she’s standing now.

Sasha sighed again, as if doing so will help solve the problem. A glance at the now-in-cinder windows made her tense. “I don’t have time for tears. Let’s ju