Trapped In Beastly Desires

“I remember your name. And the day you were born. It was a bit rough that day.” He faced her, then started stepping closer, his hands behind his back. “If I had known that it was this easy to get you, I never would have let my son in the game just to have him served cold to me.”

Kayla, as she existed in her fear, took in the view of him as he stepped closer. His steps were lordly and graceful as he approached. Each step he took toward her intensified her fear, but she couldn't shrink away.

His vicious eyes were light green, almost white, and glowing. His face was void of every emotion—strict, stern, severe, dangerous, threatening, and appalling. It took her everything to keep staring at his face without swooning out of fear. His appearance was between old and young, assumed as a man in his sixties. The ankle-length robe he wore was made of a heavy garment. Ornaments of it were expensive, a cobra skin drawn with silver color.

“Your mate, and certainly, my greatest rival, KR are on the