Surrogate for the Lycan Prince
“That hurt, Kiara.“ He winced, bending his back as if afraid that if he stood, his balls would come rolling down the ground.
“As if I am not hurting.“ I rolled my eyes, smirked, and kicked him on the knees. He lost his balance and fell with a thud.
“You surely underestimated me, loser.“ I gripped his neck and forced him to look at my face before spatting in his eyes. "Don't ever forget that I am the daughter of that rebel who never lost and that her fruit is never weak, got it?" My voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. I released my grip on his neck and watched as he struggled to catch his breath, a mix of fear and pain evident in his eyes.
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