Chapter 334
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Chapter 334:
Jarrod ignored the salute completely. He bypassed Evan as if he weren’t even there, closing the distance to Caroline in two long strides.
Without a single word, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the collar of Evan’s jacket.
With one violent, effortless jerk, Jarrod ripped the jacket off Caroline’s shoulders. His right arm remained motionless at his side, the field splint still rigid beneath his shirt.
He hurled the heavy jacket backward without looking. It hit Evan squarely in the chest with brutal force, knocking the younger man back a step.
Caroline stumbled slightly from the force of the pull, letting out a startled cry.
Jarrod immediately shrugged his own heavy command jacket off his left shoulder, working the fabric down his immobilized right arm with practiced, furious efficiency until it came free. He was left in the tight black t-shirt that stretched across his massive chest and shoulders.
He wrapped his jacket aggressively around Caroline, pulling the fabric tight with his left hand to completely swallow her frame.
𝗥𝘦𝗮𝗱 𝗍h𝘦 𝘭а𝘵𝗲𝘴𝘵 t𝗋e𝗻𝖽𝘀 oո 𝘨𝗮lո𝘰𝗏e𝗹s.c𝗼𝗺
His left hand gripped her shoulder, his thumb pressing hard into her collarbone in a display of absolute, bruising ownership. His right arm remained pinned against his side.
Caroline looked up at him, shocked by the sheer magnitude of his jealousy. She quickly tried to explain.
“I was lost,” she said frantically, her voice thin. “I was freezing, and he was just trying to help me.”
Jarrod’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked visibly in his cheek. He refused to look at her.
He slowly turned his head, fixing Evan with a stare so cold and murderous it made the young soldier stop breathing.
Jarrod’s voice was a deadly, quiet rumble as he read the name tape aloud. “Corporal. Evan. Riley.”
“I’m logging that name permanently into my memory,” he stated, the threat hanging heavy and sharp in the cold air.
Evan swallowed hard, his face as pale as a ghost. He managed a weak, terrified, “Yes, sir.”
Jarrod turned his attention back to Caroline, his grip on her shoulder tightening almost painfully.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a dark, uncompromising vibration of pure possession.
“You are mine. Your skin, your scent, everything. You will never be covered by another man’s property again. Do you understand me?”
Caroline shivered, not from the cold, but from the raw, terrifying alpha dominance radiating from him in waves. The toxic thought of Elena was entirely erased by the overwhelming reality of his present obsession.
She nodded quickly, a small, jerky movement of complete submission.
Jarrod wrapped his left arm around her waist, locking her securely against his side. His right arm remained still, braced against his ribs.
He practically carried her down the hall, leaving a terrified and humiliated Evan Riley frozen in their wake.
Jarrod’s heavy strides echoed down the corridor, his left arm locked like a steel band around Caroline’s waist. His right arm remained motionless at his side, the rigid outline of the field splint still pressing against his ribs beneath his shirt.
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