Episode 88

Alpha Whadh's POV

Looking at Whadh like I was staring at my reflection, words couldn't compare the way I so badly wanted to deal with him. On a second thought, his mouth was all he got. There was no point bringing him to wrestle with me when he had already lost the battle before putting on his armour. It hurt my person to see how soft he was. In my eyes at least.

I felt enraged.

And it pushed me to want to rip that dick off.

Then suddenly, something rushed through my bones, like an electric current. The thought of manhood brought my face down to my crotch. For a moment, all that went through my head was my cock that was cut off. In between that stare, I felt my hand on that prick, loosening. What followed was the jerk squeezing his way out of me.

I quickly blinked myself back and hardened my face.

"If you go out that door, I'm gonna sniff you out and detach your head from your body."

The room fell into darkness.

Whadh froze right there. A few seconds past before he could learn