Chapter 63

"I thought Xander Levon Balstair was a brave man, but it turns out he was just a cowardly rogue prince."

Xander stared at the man before him with a face full of anger. His hands clenched into fists, the wolf inside him roaring, wanting to come out and teach the alpha bastard a lesson.

But for a moment, his brain went back to thinking about what would happen to Xevia if he fought with that bastard. He feared this was just Alarick's way to break his focus, to take Xevia away from him.

He had to think about it first.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said flatly, taking a step back from his rival. He did his best not to attack, and prepared to run with all his might, because even if that was what Alarick wanted, he couldn't fight now. Not now, Xevia's safety was his priority.

"Your mate's body, so delicious and voluptuous. I'm sure you must not have touched an inch of her. Do you know what we have done in the past month?"

"Every day all we did was fuck, and fuck, day and night