“MARK MATE NOW!” Jenaveve’s wolf growled before dipping down and snapping her teeth at his neck. She would have bitten him if he hadn’t held her shoulders, pushing her back.
“No, Tori,” Rían tried to speak over her as she snarled loudly, “You can’t mark me!” Wriggling in his hold, she tried to break free and lunge at his neck once more. But even in her feral state, she wasn’t any match for a Lycan. “I want Jen to do that, do you understand? When Jen is ready. If you want to mark me, let her take control,” he barked.
He only wants human girl? Human doesn’t deserve Mate! Wolf only gets mate!
“No, Jen! Only Tori!” the wolf howled, raking her claw across his chest, digging in deep.
“f**k!” Blood instantly soaked his white fur, and Rian threw his head back as a dreadful roar burst from his
