ARABELLA: Mated to the impostor Alpha
Bilzarth stared at the lifeless form sprawled on the floor, a rare flicker of uncertainty etched in his face.
She was a beauty, and he would have enjoyed his time with her if only she had not been so defiant_never, in centuries had any mortal dared challenge him, and now it's only a matter of time before their hatred for him overcomes their fear of death.
A low, guttural growl brewing in his chest_like empty barrels rolling downstream, crimson rings of fire in the black abyss of his eyes as the growl tore from his mouth in a full roar, fangs bared. The humans, eyes shut, scammed under the table for safety, hands clapped against their ears as the demon’s roar reverberated off the walls.
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