40. Nikolai

I’ll admit I’ve been a moody prick about this ceremony for a while. If anybody had any sense they would have postponed it or just had a simple ceremony with their family and friends. Freya has to have what she wants. Spoilt rotten really. Why am I the only person in this room not realising that everyone of these prestigious guests are sitting ducks? It’s lunacy!.

They’re sleeping in tents for fucks sake. Tents! Freya might as well make them all line up and expose their throats for the kill.

I’ve got Vee in my arms, swirling her about her dancefloor and I feel absolutely wretched. I thought she hated me. I had Phillipe by the throat, ready to throttle him to death or simply take his head off before that freezing sensation got me. Revulsion, self-pitying shivers raced through my body. It gave me enough time to snap out of killing the worthless excuse of an Alpha.

I don’t regret punching the bastard in the stomach though. He deserved at least that. My only regret is stopping at one hit.