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Fernando eased his car to a stop across the street from the bar where Miguel was drinking with his usual pack of idiots.
He’d been watching that bastard since morning ever since he’d discovered Miguel was the one who slipped that disgusting note to her.
She hadn’t known who left it.
Which meant the coward had either shoved it into her locker or tucked it into her bag.
And the little fool had thought it came from Alfonso.
The irony burned.
Fernando didn’t need to write filthy words on paper when he could have her whenever he wanted.
His grip tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles blanched white.
The bar door swung open.
Miguel stepped out laughing with a few familiar faces from the academy. Fernando recognized one immediately Mateo.
They clasped hands in a loud bro hug, exchanging rough pats on each other’s backs before splitting up.
Miguel and another guy had girls draped over their arms. Mateo climbed into his car alone and drove off.
A moment later the other guy left with his girl too.
Now it was only Miguel and the blonde hanging off his side.
Miguel suddenly grabbed her by the throat and crushed his mouth against hers in a possessive kiss.
Fernando’s jaw clenched.
Pathetic.
Enjoy it while you can.
That would be the last kiss Miguel tasted for a few days.
The urge to storm over and rip him apart nearly won. He wanted to smash Miguel’s face in, hear bones crack beneath his fists.
But not here.
Not with cameras around.
He forced himself to wait, letting the fury simmer, letting it burn hotter and hotter in his chest.
An hour later, Miguel finally drove off after leaving the girl at her place.
That was when Fernando followed.
On an abandoned stretch of road, he slammed on his brakes and skidded to a stop directly in front of Miguel’s car with a sharp screech of tires.
His headlights blazed brightly, blinding the other man completely.
Miguel flung his door open, rage etched across his face.
“Are you fucking crazy, dude?!” he shouted at the shadow standing between the beams of light.
The figure didn’t move.
“What the fuck, man?” Miguel barked again, stepping closer.
The next second, air exploded from his lungs as his body was launched backward, slamming hard against the pavement.
He barely managed to lift his head before a brutal kick connected with his skull, knocking him unconscious.
Fernando grabbed his limp body, hauled him to the trunk, and tossed him inside before slamming it shut.
Minutes later, he was driving toward the abandoned building on the outskirts of town dark, crumbling, forgotten by everyone.
No one ever came here.
Perfect.
He dragged Miguel’s unconscious body across the rough floor once inside, the sound echoing eerily through the empty space.
Letting go of his ankle, Fernando walked deeper into the shadows.
He pulled out a cigar, lit it, and inhaled slowly.
Hunter the beast inside him scratched restlessly beneath his skin, hungry for release, craving blood and chaos.
And tonight, Hunter was finally getting his fun.
A groan sounded behind him.
Fernando smirked.
Darkness crept over his expression, satisfaction curling in his chest.
This this was what he loved most.
Breaking those who crossed him.
Inflicting pain.
But Miguel wasn’t just an enemy.
He was the idiot who thought he could touch what belonged to him.
Who dared to think about his mate.
Fernando’s hands twitched with the desire to kill.
He could already picture Miguel’s broken body hanging in the academy’s basketball court a warning to anyone else who got ideas.
He knew something was wrong with him.
Who enjoyed watching fear and agony bloom in someone’s eyes?
He did.
“W-What the hell…?” Miguel groaned, clutching his pounding head as he struggled upright.
“Welcome, Miguel.”
Fernando’s voice came out rough, layered with a thick fake accent.
Miguel squinted through the darkness, unable to recognize him.
“You hit me!”
Fernando remained calm too calm.
“You left a little note for someone. A girl, perhaps.”
Miguel snapped his head up.
“What?”
It took a second for realization to hit. His eyes widened slightly.
“Alfonso isn’t even in the city,” Miguel growled. “So who the fuck are you?”
Fernando’s jaw twitched violently.
He knew about Alfonso.
Which meant he’d been watching her.
Another bone added to the list one more that would be broken tonight.
Miguel wasn’t walking away from this.
“Stay the fuck away from my girl,” Fernando warned, tossing his cigar aside.
“Fuck off, asshole. She’s mi—”
Miguel never finished.
Fernando moved like a predator unleashed.
He fisted Miguel’s hair and drove a brutal punch into his stomach, forcing him to double over.
Then his knee slammed into Miguel’s face, sending him crashing backward.
Fernando didn’t stop.
He attacked like a wild beast, fists flying mercilessly into Miguel’s face again and again.
Miguel tried to shield himself, arms raised in weak defense but it was useless.
Fernando’s blows carried the strength of a werewolf.
The boy never stood a chance.
“Think about her again,” Fernando snarled between punches, “and I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”
A scream tore from Miguel’s mouth.
“She’s mine,” Fernando roared. “Sofía is fucking mine!”
Rage tore through him.
His canines pushed past his lips.
His nails lengthened, sharp and deadly.
He was shifting.
Miguel’s body finally went slack beneath him.
That was when Fernando stopped.
Chest heaving, he stepped back, staring down at the bloodied, barely recognizable figure.
The bruises would heal.
But nothing was broken beyond repair.
Fernando had been careful.
If he’d used his full Alpha strength, Miguel would already be dead.
His glowing eyes slowly faded back to normal as he continued to glare.
“I’m her knight in shining armor,” he murmured darkly, answering Miguel’s earlier question with a twisted chuckle.
But what Fernando didn’t know
Was that to her…
He was the monster in her nightmares.