THE BLOODLUST OVERLORD

Voktor furrowed his brows, letting the heavy silence stretch out as he swirled the dark red liquid in his crystal glass. The human term grated on his nerves. Shifters dealt in the sacred bonds of fated mates, bound by blood and primal instinct. They did not play pretend with fragile mortal concepts like engagements. Such words belonged to weak humans who needed contracts to stay loyal, not to wolv