+Chapter 441+

Black cherries and jasmine, it was soft, dark, and sensual, and shouldn't at all be clinging to the skin of a Beta. Nikolai braced himself and gently pulled Angelo off him, he didn't make a sound, his entire body boneless despite still being conscious.

It was a train wreck, and he had to right up the train somehow. The thought that he wasn't into men was far away at the moment, instead, he was taken up by the strange circumstances around Angelo, and how the assassin was hiding more secrets than he thought.

Letting Angelo lean against him, he shoved his bloody dick back in his pants, grimacing. Regret wasn't an often used word in his dictionary but he was feeling a lot of it right then.

He picked up Angelo who still weighed nothing despite the fact that he tried to get him to eat more, placing him on the bed.