---- 207. DAMN HYPOCRITE. VICTORIA My blood was boiling. How dare that damn wolf treat me like a piece of meat? "Vampire from his realm?" Rousse's rough voice echoed. "Sir, you're mistaken." "How dare you speak to your Lord like that?!" "He's not my Lord," Rousse stepped forward, hostile, answering the woman who stood beside the lycan. "Insolent!" "Shut up, Celia!" the beast's enraged and piercing voice bounced off the walls. I stayed behind Rousse, but I could feel his fury.

What was wrong with this bipolar bastard? "I don't give a fuck where you're from," he growled at Rousse, and I heard his footsteps closing in. "That woman is part of the rebel vampires from my realm. I ---- demand you hand her over peacefully, or I'll take her by force." Was this asshole serious?! "I came looking for my runaway slave and found her in the forest. Are you stealing slaves in your realm now?" Rousse wasn't one to get stepped on, but the Lord's patience was wearing thin.

but one more disrespectful word and I'll tear you apart, no matter who you are." "I'm a noble from the Untamed Bloodline realm," Rousse pulled out the information we'd gathered. Fearless. Unshaken. Like a man who'd never feared death. The territories were too far apart for the Lord to know every noble by name. "I was under the impression that Iron Fortress and Untamed Bloodline were allies. Do we really have to fight over a

just any wolf. He was a lycan. Would he figure out Meridiana's magic? After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, he spoke again. "Prove to me she's your slave. Because that woman was inciting the vampires

vampire speak to the Lord like that?" I heard that woman's hiss behind him. I wanted

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