Darius’s POV
“After you, gentlemen,” I said, stepping through the gate with all the venom I could muster. f*****g bastard. My men followed behind me, some grinning, some licking their lips like they were already picking out who to f**k first.
“Pretty little pack… wonder if their bitches are as soft as the grass.” Lip spat after throwing a lewd glare at the mam closer to him.
I snorted.
“Bet they cry when they’re f****d. I love the criers.”
Lucian ignored them. Didn’t glare. Didn’t even glance. And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the fact that he treated them like flies. He indirectly told me that I wasn't worthy to be an Alpha in his presence. That pissed me off for some reason.
“Hey, i***t! I hope we get a redhead—I haven’t broken one of those in weeks.”
“Shut
