Chapter 10: Hate

Nicholas

I gave Florence a long, intense look, ignoring her words. My eyes no longer contain fury, instead, they now contain malice. My gaze fixed on her hazel eyes that were warmed by inner gold. Her irises flicker with hurt and rage.

I could hear my beast growling at my head. Fortunately, I blocked him. I cannot succumb to the bond and let my wolf control me. The woman before me was utterly powerless.

I saw her profile earlier and it states she cannot shift and the fact that I cannot sense her wolf just confirmed it. It was kinda funny because her surname—Lancaster was the same as that strong and infamous crazed rogue but she was the exact opposite of him. And it was basically impossible that I would acknowledge a lady that was not a Lycan.

It was almost unacceptable to think that she was related to that Rogue King.

I grabbed her chin. A high-pitched cry came from her red and luscious lips while her soft hand grabbed my wrist. It was funny seeing her struggle in vain. I then dragg