Chapter 12: Bath

“Still think your Luna is a weak person?” Alastor asked his dumbstruck Beta who had just stepped inside with Alastor when Vevina had called for them.

To Jax violence didn’t mean that it was a sign of a person’s strength but among his people they were certainly an indicator of one’s physical and mental power. To be ruthless was to be powerful in the land of the beasts and Alastor had always stayed on the top. Even then he had a better grip on his senses than Vevina. He knew when to stop and what was the limit although he crossed it many times being aware of it was more than enough.

He couldn’t claim the same for Vevina.

The red haired beauty stood smiling in the middle of the room along with small puddles and splatters of pungent blood with bliss shining in her eyes. She almost looked more grateful when her brown eyes shifted to Alastor and him, more so than the time when they had rescued her out of jail.

Insanity was a colorful streak in her dull eyes.