Rage sniggered, "That's not how you should respect your father, kid. Why do you look miserable anyway? Haven't seen your omega yet? Did that hypocritical family lock him up as well? Why are they making a big deal out of it? Nothing happened to him anyway. It's not like—
Anger rose in Azrael's head. He dashed to his father and grabbed his collar, pulling the old man up from his seat. The two guards standing behind his father immediately hook their arms on Azrael.
However, the younger alpha did not let go of his father's clothes. His grip only tightened even more and with a wrathful voice, Azrael yelled, "Nothing happened?! Are you f*cking kidding me?! You f*cking gave an order to—f*ck! Release me!"
Azrael was pulled away. His arms were twisted by the first guard and the second yanked him from the back. The two were much larger than him, so even if he was fiercely attacking, he was easily overpowered.