Malcolm broke away from Dahmer's embrace, his broad shoulders heaving as he stood at his full, imposing height. The scent of burning cedar and volatile Alpha pheromones filled the space, thick with a dangerous, suffocating edge. He glared down at the Enigma, his voice dropping into a dark, icy register that promised ruin.
"You will regret playing me for a fool, Dahmer," Malcolm growled, his knuckles white as his fists clenched at his sides. "Do you think you've won just because you bound me? Let me make one thing clear to you: any chance I get, any window of opportunity that presents itself, I will get rid of the child in my stomach. I am not ready to father a child of someone like you—a deceitful, manipulative puppet master who thinks he can program my life like a piece of lab software."
