Thirty Five

Chapter 35

Zaccheus couldn't get enough of his mate, from her big, doe brown eyes to her milky leg. He came out of the bathroom, holding a wet cloth to clean his mate's body. He knew he had worn her out, and he was very proud of that.

"I love you," he heard his mate's mind linking him, snuggled to the duvet while he smiled as he wanted to reply. He felt someone's presence, tugging his mind to talk.

"Talk!" he growled.

"I think you need to see this," he heard Alec say while he furrowed his brows in confusion at what he had seen to make him link him when he had warned them not to.

There was a pause at the other side before Alec continued, "We saw traces of black magic at the western side of the territory with some humans blood," Zaccheus snarled and growled softly; the black witches never learn as he felt his beasts rise which made his eyes to be golden before settling on the normal blue.

He looked at his worried mate on the bed, who looked like a temptress, and shut her apologetic smil