He steps away from the dead body of his chief and walks towards me, the blood smeared all over his hand. He reaches for my jaw again and smirk, he expects to see fear in my eyes, but it’s not the first time I have seen a man gutted. I don’t fear him at all, or that’s what I tell myself. “What’s your name Little doll?” He asked. Little doll, he had already picked a nickname for me, He had picked a name for me before even knowing mine. My throat was tight, but I lifted my eyes to his, refusing to drop them. I raise my eyes to his, his grip tightened on my jaw. “Camilla,” I said. His smirk deepened. “A nice name… for a pretty doll.” Then his hand left me, and only then did I realize I was shaking all over, my knees weak, my lungs heavy like stone. I had tried to show him I wasn’t scared, but he saw through me. He saw everything. Who wouldn’t fear him? Alpha Lennox Steele. The Pack Slayer, one of the many names the people had given him, The Tyrant. The man who turned vi
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