HUNDRED-NINE

Titus pov

“Didn’t I warn you already? Didn’t I tell you the next time you tried to approach my family would cost your life, mutt?” I growled as my nails dug into his neck.

He started kicking his legs like a funny cartoon character as his hands grabbed mine. I knew he didn’t want to die from my hands, but I had warned him, and this was his own doing, not mine.

“A couple of bucks is what you value your life at, eh?” I sneered.

He couldn’t answer even if he wanted to. My grip around his throat was too tight, his face slowly started turning purple and he was losing any ability to fight back.

Besides, I wasn’t an idiot. I lured him away from the castle and into the forests for a reason. If Lucius or Eden saw how I dealt with the imposters who came here to claim our son as theirs, neither of them would be happy about my approach.

But honestly, I didn’t see a better way to deal with these shameless leeches. It didn’t matter how many DNA tests we did due to the Council’s demands.

We had