Royal Pack, Werewolf Capital.
After Ashley’s verbal rejection, it was Mukadil’s turn to say those words and it will be ended for good. That was what Ashley thought about her rejection idea.
What a fool she was!
Mukadil’s blazing eyes and extended fangs were depicting that he was clearly not a fan of this. It took him a moment to respond, horrifying Ashley in the process.
He stood up balling his fists, elongated sharp nails digging into his palms leaving a trail of blood behind him. As an instinct, Ashley moved backwards but soon her back touched the cold concrete wall, indicating that this is the end. His fist banged on the wall adjacent to her face. There was a dodge of some centimeters otherwise her skull would have been the victim of his blow.
Suddenly her baby flipped in her womb with the slight touch of his cold body. She whimpered in pain, her hands went to her womb protectively.