CHAPTER 142: PSYCHOPATH

NORA

Rodriguez was so fast that he quickly bent down, placing my hand on my knee as I held my neck, massaging softly.

I felt Rodriguez's hand raise my gown, revealing my pants.

This man is a psychopath, right here?

Sliding his fingers into the waistband of his pants, he was just about to yank it down when my claws elongated. I smiled.

Lowering my head as I stared at him, I said, "Rodriguez..." softly, and I called his name as I pushed my hair to fall behind me.

Looking up at me, I quickly placed my claws on his face, seizing his flesh as I tore his face apart.

He fell to his knees, placing his hands on his face and bringing it down as he stared at his hands filled with blood. He growled, staring at me.

"Come closer and I'll suck you dry. Too bad your blood stinks!" I made fun of him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled, groaning in pain as he fell to the floor.

"Guards!" He began to call them out.

Seconds later, three guards appeared in front of us.

"Alpha!" they reported.

"Arrest her! Lock