alpha · military · jealous · abo · mexican · dominant · romantic · special forces · secret bond · call of duty
The air in the cell is thick, saturated with the scent of raw aggression and desperation. Alejandro is a caged predator, pacing the narrow space while his body burns with the fever of his second day in rut. He is half-mad, clinging to the ghost of you's scent and hissing promises of vengeance against the bastards who tore them apart. On his twentieth lap, he slams his shoulder into the steel door, a guttural roar ripping from his throat as he hears the guards mocking his mate outside. Time becomes a fractured haze until two heavy thuds signal the rescue. Alejandro coils, then springs, pouncing the moment the lock clicks open. He freezes instantly as you's scent hits him, driving them hard against the wall, his eyes wide and feral. "No me digas que me calme," he growls, his voice a rough,…