Not enough penalty!

Zayden’s P.O.V.

“You can’t mark a wench like Helena, Alpha. I will not allow it!”

Roaring in her stupid Alpha glory, Sylvia was presenting herself as the same egoistic maniac as she was in the past. It was surprising that the reality of my mate-bond with Helena couldn’t make its way in her thick head.

She ordered her army,

“Attack the Royal Palace. I want that bitch dead!”

Her sired vampires, who had just regained their senses after being drenched in the rain, refused to fulfill her demand. The chorus of their horrified gasps echoed in the battleground as they saw mighty shifters in front of them. Some of them were even clueless about how they got here.

Before I could tell Sylvia that I didn’t need her permission for anything, chaos erupted on the battlefield. All the vampires threw their weapons and ran for their lives, screaming fearfully.

In my decade old career in fighting, I hadn’t ever witnessed such an amusing sight, the panic of my enemy was a treat to watch.

Terrifi