Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
And then the man, the same man who had slapped me, spit on me, kept me locked away, he started screaming again.
But this time, not from anger or arrogance.
From pain.
His body caught fire. Not like fire from a torch or candle, but pure flame, wild and vengeful. It rose from inside him, curling out from his chest, his hands, his mouth. He dropped to the ground, thrashing and twisting, clawing at the floor like he could bury himself in it.
“Oh my goddess!” I gasped, stumbling back. My back hit the cold stone wall, and I could barely keep hold of my daughter.
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