Pat sneers again. "See? You need an alpha to protect you. You're just an omega." Pat extends a finger toward Type in a taunting gesture, and before I can react, Type moves swiftly. He grabs Pat's wrist and twists it, his face calm yet steely. Pat winces in pain, and I release a wave of pheromones to help soothe my mate. Type releases Pat and gracefully sits down, commanding the room with his quiet authority.All Rights Reserved