Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 426

If, she could smell my scent the entire time, the way I could with her now, then why and more of the point, how, had she managed to be so cruel towards me? Are there truly just some mates that are so narcissistic, they can't see anything but the need for power and control?

I growled loudly while looking at her. Watching her eyes widen slightly as she finally seemed to take in the different kinds of blood that coated my thick fur.

"I didn't think you capable of ever being this strong. You really are one of us now."

One of them? She was wrong, I would never be a Lycan of their calibre. I had standards and something called empathy. I was strong, and my anger and hatred seemed to file that strength as I bared my teeth and glared my eyes.

For the first time, throughout my entire experience with this woman, I saw unbridled fear creep into her face as I began to stalk the bed.

"I.... I'll call the guards." She stuttered, as her slightly raised hands trembled with the fear of me. I was tired and scared of my own ability's, however anger was still the most prominent emotion coursing through my body, and I couldn't help the scoff that left my wolfs lips.

She could call them all she wanted, she would be dead long before the remaining available guards came to her aid.

I winced strongly at the ear splitting scream she released as I jumped onto her bed, my teeth laying effortlessly on her neck.

I didn't care that she was in Labor, I wanted her dead.

My teeth tore through her flesh at an alarming rate, while blood pooled inside my mouth and onto the bed below the pair of us.