CHAPTER EIGHT

RUTH’S POV

"Stay away from my mate, Lycan!" Vincent growls, his eyes blazing with anger. Before he can take another step closer, within a second Michael appeared in his front, his eyes flashing with a warning. "You dare to threaten me?" he snarls, his voice low and threatening.

I gasp as Michael grabs Vincent by the neck and slams his back against the wall. My heart races as I watch, frozen in terror, as the two powerful males face off against each other. Vincent's feet dangle in the air, his eyes bulging as he struggles to break free. But Michael's grip is unyielding, his strength felt strong as he holds him in place.

Without thinking, I leap out of bed and rush to them, my hand reaching out to touch Micheal’s arm. The gesture seems to soothe him, and he slowly lowers Vincent to the ground. But the tension between them is far from dissipated. They stand there, chests heaving, eyes locked in a fierce stare-down.

"You're no match for me, Vincent," Michael sneers, his voice dripping wit