The Butcher's Bride
aureusbetrayed from birth alpha's unvalued daughterclaimed by my ex's lycan king fatherhiding my twin pups from their alpha dad novel
He clutched his face, blood welling up between his fingers, staining his pristine white tuxedo red.
I scrambled off the table, backing into the corner, holding the bloody razor out.
"I told you," I panted. "I learned to bite."
Magnus lowered his hand. He looked at the blood on his palm. He tasted it.
Then, he started to laugh.
It wasn't a sane laugh. It was a low, bubbling chuckle that made my skin crawl.
"Feisty," he murmured, licking the blood from his lips. His eyes were shining with a twisted, dark delight. "I like it."