With an explosive, furious roar, Malcolm ripped himself free from Dahmer's grasp. His S-tier Alpha strength flared in a desperate surge, his elbows forcing a gap between their bodies as he stumbled three steps forward on the loose gravel. His face was a chaotic masterpiece of dark purple and fiery crimson, his chest heaving so violently that the buttons of his messy shirt looked ready to snap. He spun around on his heel, pointing a violently trembling finger at the featureless black charcoal mask.
"Don't you ever touch me like that again!" Malcolm hissed, his voice cracking with a raw, volatile mix of deep humiliation and rage. He shot a frantic, lethal glance toward the side of the courtyard where Marcus was still clutching his bruised shin and Kaelan was openly grinning. "And you certainly do not behave like that in front of our assistants! Have you completely lost your microscopic mind, Dahmer? You have absolutely zero boundaries!"
