13: Bed Mate

ALPHA XANDER’S POV

“Alexander, stop!” Donovan’s voice is just a breeze over my ears as I lunge for him. He is quick to slide out of the way.

“Just see how you are acting, the old Xander would never try this.” His voice is loud, his words are angry but I don't care.

My fingers extend into claws and I go for his jugular. I’m more animal than man, needing to feel his warm blood on my hand with the hopes that it will quench the rage burning within me.

My hands sink into the shoulder of his dress shirt and I haul him up, all I can see is red. I drag Donovan up, his protests sounding like nothing to my ears. He is fighting against my hold, unable to free himself.i’m not letting him do it.

“You will not speak to me this way.” I growl the command out.

He growls in return, getting angry too. I feel his rage burning from within and it spurs me on. I do want this fight. The need to kill him has never been more and deep down, I know this isn't me. Even though he gives me shit sometimes, I k