Mated to the cursed Lycan King
Turning my head to the source of the voice, I screamed out as my heart skipped a beat.
Standing at the front of the once-closed door was the bloodied figure of my brunette best friend. Her face was soaked with tears, her body quivering. Tightly stapled to her neck was the hand of a rogue.
Releasing the rogue which I held, I screamed in pain. During my moment of distraction, the rogue had taken the opportunity to strike a hard blow to my ribs.
“Stand down or I’ll squash your friend's throat, MATE,” the man holding Rebecca’s throat said, his eyes shining as he said the last word.