Ragriel’s POV
‘You are going to get her killed.’
I squeezed my eyes closed after I heard my wolf talk like a conscience. He sounded pissed with my decision but I don’t have plans to take it back.
I couldn't be at the mercy of my desire, putting a spy who might be sent by my annoying uncle on my bed.
‘You are going to regret it.’
I growled. “Shut the fck up, Alaric. I know what I’m doing.”
I clenched my jaws. I knew Alaric was super addicted to Aria even though he hadn't reached Aria's wolf. And I also enjoyed fcking with her. She tasted like she was made for me. I was once very sure she was my cure.
But when she might be a spy, I must be more careful to protect my kingdom. My people.
‘You better not regret.’
Annoyed, I locked Alaric out and balled my fists. Why would I regret it?
