Michael's smile died the moment my claws pressed deeper into his throat.
"Submit," I growled again.
Blood trickled down his neck. His eyes went wide with real fear now. The crowd held its breath.
But Michael was stubborn. Always had been.
He tried to twist away but that was a f*****g big mistake.
I raised him and slammed him into the ground. Hard. His body hit the dirt with a sickening crack.
"Axel!" Elder Maela shouted.
But I was past hearing. Past caring about anything except proving my dominance.
My wolf was in control now. Red filled my vision. The taste of blood was on my tongue.
Michael tried to get up. I put my boot on his chest and pressed down.
"You want to lead?" I snarled. "Then lead from the ground."
He gasped for air. His face turned red.
The pack watched in silenc
