-Chapter 270-

Lake woke up to the sound of his shirt getting ripped off. He was pinned down by Davian, the Alpha completely out of it.

That would teach him to fall asleep and completely let his guard down around an Alpha in rut.

"M-Master Davian…" He started to say calmly to try to reach him, but Davian didn't seem to hear him. "W-Wait- Don't…"

The Alpha pulled him closer by his legs, the lower half of his body on Davian.

The panic of waking up to this scene without warning and the threat of the Alpha trying to rip him in half for the second time gave Lake the courage he needed.

Smack!

"Stop!" He straight up yelled at the Mafia King holding him down. "Get off."

Lake winced as Davian froze, wide gray eyes staring down at him.

He had hit the Master much harder than he intended to, a bright red hand print forming right on his left pectoral.