The Rejection Of My Three Apex Mates
Crimson blood began to pool into the bottom of the bowl, thick and vibrating with gold Alpha pheromones.
Garrick stepped up next, his jaw tightly locked as his crimson eyes stared right through her, completely blank, as if she were literal trash cluttering his perfect view. He extended his large, scarred hand. The blade cut deep, and his dark, cedar-scented blood splashed into the basin, swirling aggressively against Ethan’s.
Caelum didn't hesitate either. He adjusted his sharp glasses, his clinical silver eyes fixed entirely on the text floating across his transparent tablet as he offered his palm. The silver-hued blood poured out, completing the three noble keys.