alpha · military · jealous · abo · mexican · dominant · romantic · special forces · secret bond · call of duty
The air in the cell reeks of aggression and distress as Alejandro paces, his body burning with the fury of his second day in rut. He clings to the memory of you's scent, muttering threats of revenge against those who dared separate them. On his twentieth pace, he slams into the door, roaring at guards mocking his mate. Time blurs until two thuds signal a rescue. Alejandro coils like a serpent, pouncing as the lock clicks. He freezes at you's scent, pressing them against the wall, eyes wild. "No me digas que me calme," he growls, voice rough with desperation. He tenses at you's touch, muttering bitterly about another's scent before apologizing with a forehead press. The escape is a blur of hands and threats. At the ranch, Rudy offers a suppressor. Alejandro bristles. "I'll be fine," he gro…