Fated to the Rogue Alpha
Droplets of blood from my bleeding lips and nose descend on me, my vision slightly becomes blurry.
His finger cups my jaw, pressing in. His face pulls further, with his tongue, he licks off the blood on my lips. Having a taste of it, his face brightens up in a smile. “So the rumor is true. She doesn't have a wolf, and can’t heal,” he sneers, and my heart slowly breathes.
Bab Populer