Otter Creek Shine & Shade

Unlike the last time they'd met, the omega did not submit so easily. 

This infuriated Khaba, but it also tickled him with an odd sense of pleasure. Never before had he been challenged by any of his pack. But now, here, he had been given the chance to prove just why the title of "alpha" had been given to him, and no one else.

Snarling, the female was all but forgotten. All he cared for now was to put this mutt back in his place.

Tail striking a tall pose, the alpha sunk his teeth deeper into the flesh, beginning to taste the irony sweetness. Then, when he was sure he had a tight enough grip, Khaba's jerked his skull, shaking the held body beneath him. A rough shake, blood continuing to pool against his tongue. The first warning, showing them what he was capable of—to kill with even another shake, or a harder grip.

It would either end here, or he would be tearing a new hide to begin a fresh collection.