His Mate, His Son, His Regret
I cringe at the truth in his words, but then Marvel yells back, “Mommy said you are responsible for your own actions, Levi. Mommy said you make your own choices. You make bad choices. Don’t yell at Miss Harriet because you’re stupid and mean.”
Levi snarls sickly, reaching for Marvel again, but I quickly move to block him. He growls at me, his arm shooting out and gripping my throat. His claws extend, sinking into my neck, and then he sinks the claws on his other hand into my abdomen, the searing pain making me scream.
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