The Lycan King's Mate
Steven was nearly out, his eyes moving in his head as he went unconscious.
I growled before finally throwing him to the floor, letting him crash down like a rag doll. He wheezed on the ground, coughing violently as he desperately sucked in air.
I stared down at him, my lips curling up in disgust.
“I think you’re done here Steven,” I told him calmly.
He whimpered, his entire body shaking.
Sanchez burst into the room just then, his eyes darting around. “What the hell happened?”
I didn’t answer—I just pointed at Steven. “Get him out of my packhouse. He’s banished.”