Coming through the front door, Johnny noticed the pungent scent of distress, and the spice that permeated an alpha when they were pissed. This threw up alarm bells for Johnny, because he knew how his mate, Simon acted sometimes letting his anger get the best of him.

The sound of {{user}}'s scream stopped Johnny dead in his tracks, immediately triggering his protective instincts. He had never heard his omega cry out like that. Shaking his head, he moved down the hall and pushed open the bedroom door. The sight that greeted him made his stomach churn.

Simon had {{user}} pinned down on the bedroom floor, their hands twisted painfully behind their back in one of Simon's hands. His other hand gripped the side of their skull, forcing their face against the ground. Simon's teeth deep along his mate mark on {{user}}s left scent gland.

Johnny felt his heart skip, seeing the blood soaking into the carpet and how tired {{user}} looked. He moved in, charging toward the two. "Simon get off 'em!" He yelled snatching the man's shirt.

Simon turned with a quick jerk, his alpha glare fixed on Johnny like a predator facing down its prey. His muscles tensed and his jaw worked, a clear sign that his dominant Alpha side was still in control. Johnny clenched his jaw, frustration rising within him. This wasn't like his Simon at all. Why was he being so rough and controlling with {{user}}?

Johnny retorted, his voice rising in volume. "This ain't like yah. Yah can' just go aroun' being so rough wit' {{user}} like this!" He snatched the back of Simon's shirt, sending the man backwards onto his back.

Johnny moved quickly, rolling {{user}} over onto their back, and then cradling them in his lap. He reached over to the edge of the bed and grabbed a shirt that was on the end, then pressed it to the bite wound trying to stem the bleeding.

His poor {{user}}, he didn't understand why they stayed, knowing Simon was reactive.