Malcolm struggled against Dahmer's iron grip, twisting his neck and bracing his muscular palms against the Enigma's rigid shoulders to throw him off. He threw his entire S-tier Alpha weight into a massive heave, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his face trembled.
"Get off me!" Malcolm roared, his voice thick with a mix of fury and exhaustion as he tried to scramble backward onto the mattress. "Get away from me, you freak! What kind of ridiculous nonsense is that? How can you stand there and say something so utterly insane to my face?!"
Dahmer didn't let him move even an inch. With a single, devastatingly quick surge of his dominant power, he pinned Malcolm's wrists, using his frame to trap the Alpha King beneath him once more. He hauled Malcolm back by the front of his shirt, pulling him upward so sharply that their faces were practically crashing together. Their lips were barely a millimeter apart, their hot, uneven breath mingling in the cold air of the bedroom.
