Chapter 81

Third Person's POV

Vargos's claws dug into the mark on Morrigan's nape, his pheromones laced with cold wind as they invaded her torn glands.

Morrigan screamed, a whine like a cub's escaping her throat, "No, stay back! Don't touch my mark!"

Vargos crouched and sliced through her bonds.

Seeing her shrink in fear, his rage intensified.

The heir of the Occidental Tribes' Lycan King had been humil