Jason was holding himself back, managing not to let his rage get the best of him, but then the bastard did the unthinkable. He put his hands- worse, his lips- on John. Enough was enough, but too much was too much, and he wouldn’t bear it any longer.
The Alpha let go of his boyfriend and his hands immediately slammed against Anton’s chest, palms flat on his jacket as he pushed him forcefully back. “What the fuck are you thinking?! How fucking dare you! Don’t you dare touch him!” With each shout, Jason pushed Anton further and further, until the smug Alpha was backed against the wall and Jason was jerking him around by his fists clenching onto the collar of his nice shirt.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch him! Hear me!?” It wasn’t just his Alpha instincts kicking in, but that didn’t help either. “He is not your toy, and he is not your ‘darling’ either! John’s a fucking person, you goddamn motherfucking asshole! You listen, you snobby, holier-than-thou sonofabitch. And listen good. If you ever try to touch John again, if you ever hurt him in any way, I will find your fancy goddamn house. I will get inside it, and I will get to you.”
Jason’s eyes were wild, but his voice was steady and vicious. “You think I’m uncivilized? Uneducated? Disgusting? Maybe I am. But I’ve got one fucking thing in this world that I care about losing. And if you or anyone else tries to take him from me, then guess what? I’ve got nothing to live for except making your lives hell. So you think about that, asswipe. Think long and hard about it.”