Prince's Assassin Mate
Liam's eyes were so dead that she felt she was staring at a different person.
He had pure hatred in his eyes, nothing more or less than the desire to see his blood splatter soaking the ground. Malcolm laughed and slowly stood up, wiping the blood from his chin.
"If it ain't the Gamma! Don't worry, your precious mate is safe and sound in my bedroom, serving endless males and fulfilling their desires every night. If she ain't the finest piece of flesh, I don't know what is. Her taste is almost addictive!" His words fueled the fire in Liam's eyes, and he swung his sword at Malcolm. Malcolm smirked and began teleporting once more, but something drew him forward. He looked down to see a rope wrap