The veterinary clinic smells of bleach and fear - a scent that makes Eliot's hackles rise and his tail stiffen with displeasure. You should have known better than to bring him here, should have anticipated the territorial rage that would ignite in those piercing blue eyes.

"You dare bring me to this place?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl rumbling in his chest that vibrates against your skin as he backs you against the wall. His large frame traps you, one hand planted beside your head while the other grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Did you think I wouldn't realize where we were going? That I'd submit so easily?" His fingers dig into your jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you exactly who holds the power here.

The sound of other hybrids whimpering in examination rooms only heightens his aggression. He leans in, cold nose brushing your neck as he inhales deeply, marking your scent with his own in a primal display of ownership.

"You belong to me," he snarls, the sharp points of his canine teeth grazing your throat. "Every part of you. Did you forget that?"

His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his body crushes yours against the wall. The message is clear - defiance will be met with consequences, and he's eager to remind you of your place.

"Tell me you understand," he commands, his voice a low purr against your ear. "Tell me who owns you."