CHAPTER 26: The Beheaded Werewolf

I’m glad I gave up on trying to please Calvin, on pleasing anyone for that matter.

“Take her to the torture room.” Calvin announced as she cradled Raine in his hands. Raine was shaking, trembling and muttering something under her breath.

I’m glad I was the one who made her that way, her lips bursted bleeding. Eyes hazy, even she can’t look at his mate properly. she’s shaking because she knows . . . fully aware even that had Calvin didn’t come, she would have been sliced in half.

In the most brutal way I could have done.

She’s lucky though, as if the Goddess is doing her best preserving her like a living doll, so fragile and so easy to protect. I smirked as I was pinned down on my knees by pack warriors I trained to perfection myself.

Just how fast the night changes.

“You—aren’t you getting tired of every single wrongdoing you’ve done to my mate?!” Calvin yelled and my lips curved in a smirk higher until it dropped.

To nothing but void eyes staring into him. I never thought I’d even l