Lorcan
“Just kill me,” The rogue strapped to my electric chair in the basement mumbles. The filthy fucke.r can’t speak any louder because he’s in too much pain.
I don’t tolerate rogues of any kind on my territory, especially those who think they can take my mate!
This piece of shi.t, Carl Masters, walked onto my territory with a gun filled with silver bullets. He intended to kill Gianna.
The Wolves should not have descended this quickly!
Of course, my enemies are out for blood, and what better way to get to The Monstrous Alpha than to take his mate?
If I hadn’t marked Gianna and rejected her instead, I wouldn’t have died if she had. However, I did mark her, and my natural Wolf instinct is to protect the girl from outside threats.
It won’t stop me from beating her ass. After I scente
