Mason
“What the f**k is that?” Cole asks.
A royal guard is brutally dragging a human girl. But it does not end here! The girl is bleeding, her face and chest covered in blood, and her knees scrapped on the gravel on the ground. She tries to stand up but her feet give up on her over and over again.
The guard keeps walking, dragging her on the floor as if she was an inconvenient object he couldn’t wait to throw away.
That’s when it hit me! I might not be dragging my mate on the floor, skinning her knees. I might not be gripping her wrist as tight as this guard. But I am manhandling my mate. I loosen my hold on her, ashamed of my behavior, and she does not waste a second, freeing her wrist to run toward the girl.
“Gemma.” She yells as she started hitting the guard. “Let her go! Let her
