VICTORIA

My blood was boiling.

How dare that damn wolf treat me like a piece of meat?

“Vampire from his realm?” Rousse’s rough voice echoed.

“Sir, you're mistaken.”

“How dare you speak to your Lord like that?!”

“He’s not my Lord,” Rousse stepped forward, hostile, answering the woman who stood beside the lycan.

“Insolent!”

“Shut up, Celia!” the beast’s enraged and piercing voice bounced off the walls.

I stayed behind Rousse, but I could feel his fury.

What was wrong with this bipolar bastard?

“I don’t give a fuck where you’re from,” he growled at Rousse, and I heard his footsteps closing in.

“That woman is part of the rebel vampires from my realm. I demand you hand her over peacefully, or I’ll take her by force.”

Was this asshole serious?!

“I came looking for my runaway slave and found her in the forest. Are you stealing slaves in your realm now?”

Rousse wasn’t one to get stepped on, but the Lord’s patience was wearing thin.

“I’m being civil for the ladies’ sake, but one more disrespec