Sold To The Stongest Alpha
Ronan took the gun from one of the guard's waste and pointed it at Zel's head.
She grew pale and she looked at me. "Maxine…." She trailed off.
"No, please," Tears slid down my face, "I'll go. I'll come with you. Just please, put the weapon away."
I had never seen werewolves play with guns. It was scary. How had he managed to get guns for his men?
“Good,” Ronan said, a smirk playing on his lips. He handed the gun back, "I don't have a taste for human weapons. Too noisy and messy. I wouldn't use that."
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