Liana POV
Rowan grunted in pain, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled against Darius’s grip but Darius was unrelenting.
“This is for everything you’ve done,” Darius snarled, and his voice carried a promise.
Rowan looked at Darius, his eyes bloodshot and blood covering half his face. In a barely audible voice, between shallow breaths, he said, “How was it to mark the woman who was given to me? How was it to see my mark on her?” He let out a manic laughter even in his state.
“You bastard!” Darius shouted, squeezing his throat. “Liana was never yours! She is my mate.”
He laughed again, his shoulders bouncing. He grabbed Darius’s wrists in his hands. “Her father gave her to me, and you plundered what belonged to me.”
“Are you f*****g nuts?” Darius said through gritted tee
