Isolde.
“Alpha lord, we swear to the seven gods, we didn’t know she was yours,” Meghan spluttered. He shook so hard that pee dripped from his crown, drenching the fly of his breeches.
Draco still refused to budge, garroting their necks.
“Aye, alpha lord. We thought…she’s a stray breeder,” Ostrich added.
“A stray breeder?” Draco hissed. The way he held them made Isolde believe he was going to kill them. That was what he’s good at, anyway, she thought inwardly.
Surprisingly, Draco loosened his grip on them and barked. “Scamper off!”
“Thank you, my lord.” Both males shrieked, their cocky asses deflated.
Isolde laughed, amazed to see them running like scared deer. She ceased to laugh when Draco turned and shot her a look, frowning.
Isolde’s heart skipped upon taking in his sharp jaw a
