“No,” Theon verbalizes.“No?” Ilya repeats, a manic laugh escaping his lips, his grip on the alpha’s shirt tightening even more while his eyes turn bloodshot. “What the hell do you mean, no? You imprinted on him! You broke him! You have to fix him!”"No," he says again, and a growl rips out of Ilya's throat. In a moment, he slams the alpha on the nearest table, which cracks under Theon's back, and again, the other assassins have their guns aimed at Ilya, but Ilya barely sees them.“Repeat that. I dare you to fucking repeat that!” He growls.Once again, Theon waves his little friends off and looks at Ilya once again with that blank look that is starting to infuriate Ilya even more.“Biology is a curse, not a gift; you know that better than anyone,” Theon says, gripping Ilya's wrists, his eyes finally morphing into something hard and dark as they boil through Ilya's face. He continues. “You think mating him makes him safer. Look around you, Ravenzo. Look at the life I lead; staying awa
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