Chapter THREE

Konstantin rounded the corner just in time to see Yasmin step backwards and the soon to be dead fucker raise his hand for another strike.

He was already seeing red, but watching that motherfucker get ready to hit her again did things to him he hadn’t felt since he was an unlicked cub. Konstantin’s Tiger burst through, and that asshole’s hand never did make it back down. His beast spat it out on the ground next to him as he stood over the now screaming male holding his bleeding stump.

In the periphery of his mind, Konstantin was aware of people screaming and his staff closing off that section of the club. Fuck. He’d broken one of his own sacred rules. Konstantin had Shifted, and he’d spilled blood, on his property.