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?

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