Chapter Eight

Kayden's pov

I stood there, watching all the moves Ramona made. Her neck was still dripping blood which slowly trailed down her chest, staining the neckline of her dress.

She was crazy, and demented, but I guess there was no harm staying in the pack house because I couldn't have her making me break the traditions over my ancestors that would bring havoc.

I turned to my beta, “Julius, give her a room. I don't have time for this drama, do you understand me?”

He nodded to my words, making a victorious, yet, villainous smirk crept to her lips.

Her eyes stared at me with a dark gaze, and I noticed how happy she became. There was no doubt that was all she wanted.

However, Ramona would be a fool if she thought I was going to let her get close to me.

“Come with me Ramona, we'll take you back to your room,” Julius said, moving while she followed him behind, still staring at me.

Ramona didn't need to speak because her eyes said it all. She was out to make herself mine by all means.

Growling