Killain’s POVMore.Deeper.Mine.The words ricochet in my skull as Ragnar sinks his canines deeper, his jaw locked, his body trembling with something more than just possession. A primal urge—dark, twisted, insatiable—breeds in his bones.He's never been this way before. He despises she-wolves. Their scents repulse him, their touch is filth.Especially after her.But this one?He’s different with her. His rage is not just rage—it’s something sick, possessive, obsessive. And I know why. That sight. That fucking sight.Her, helpless beneath those vermin. Their filthy, lecherous eyes eating her up like prey.She was supposed to be mine.Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. Mine.So I let Ragnar have his way. Let him claim her in the only way that matters. Let him ruin her so she remembers who she belongs to.But then—She goes still.Her white fur, once untouched, is now tainted. Blood-red. Her body limp.I feel the first twinge of something unpleasant crawl into my gut."Ragnar, enough."A de
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