MY HYBRID MATE
Zyros ignored me, dragging me across the hall, his grip unrelenting.
"STOP! YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!"
I thrashed against him, trying to pry his hand away, but he was too strong. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he tightened his grip, forcing my head back as pain shot through my scalp. "I told you, mate," he said, his voice dark and smooth, "we’re just getting started." The large doors to the main hall swung open with a loud creak, and the moment we stepped outside, all the pack members froze. A tense silence filled the air as all eyes landed on me—being dragged across the ground like some prisoner. My stomach dropped. Damien—or Zyros—threw me onto the hard ground. My knees scraped against the
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