FALLEN : The Alpha's Fallen Angel
I glared at him, our eyes in a staring competition.
“You better fucking let me go if you still desire that white-haired freak,” I said with gritted teeth, our faces inches apart from each other, we were seconds away from clawing each other. He blinked releasing his grip from my arm.
I smirked, chuckling within me. He was a lovesick puppy, ready to do anything to get what he wanted: a perfect partner for my crime.
“Why are you doing this, Don't you want Mobali’s love?”
I laughed hysterically, “His love? Why would I want love from a bastard who doesn't even love himself? That's just dumb. I want to possess him, have him under my control, wrapped around my claws.”