The Predator
Five years of not seeing or scenting your mate will only result in a slow and cruel death.
But I knew better than to try reasoning with him now. He was too far gone, consumed by his own anger and vengeance. At least he won't take that man's life now.
Liya looked like she had seen a ghost, her face pale and drained of all color. She opened her mouth to beg again, but Cassian cut her off with a ruthless gesture. “Enough, omega. You've begged enough. If you're unsatisfied again, we can go back to the original plan of killing him,” Cassian sneered. He took a step forward, his gaze fixed on the rogue with a mocking smile. “Take them both to the dungeons,” he barked, his voice loud and thunderous.