Viktor POV
“My King, what a lovely slave..” King Gatlin said. His mate stared angrily at Violette who hadn’t done a thing.
“She is, isn’t she?” I asked as I brushed a piece of her white hair over her shoulder. Tonight, I will be breaking in my slave. I won’t lie I’ve been thinking about it all day.
“Very nice breasts.” Gatlin praised them. She wore a white sheer gown that tied in the breasts. You could see every outline of her body.
“A bit cheap looking, if you ask me.” Gatlin's mate grunted. Her remark annoyed me, Violette is anything but that.
“Oh Mary, you’re just upset your breasts aren’t perky like that anymore. Go get a drink.” Gatlin grumbled. How mates could ever treat each other like that completely baffles me. Mates are to be cherished and loved. Taken care of and never hu
