Isabella’s POV:
At that moment, everything seems to blur when Hee-Young drops to the ground. The man went on his knees, holding her in his arms. “I promise. I’ll protect you,” he whispers, eyes utterly black with a devious smile lying on his lips.
His eyes snap to me, and I couldn’t shrug off the familiarity. “Give her to me,” I demand.
He snatches Hee-Young and hangs her limped body in his muscular arms. He growls: “She’s my mate.”
My eyes traced towards Hee-Young as her face scrunches up in pain, limp body twerking with instability. The blood drips down her neck, breath shortening considerably. I shook my head, feeling the sweats drip down my throat as I took a step forward, “Give.her.back.”
He growls, cracking the bones in his neck, “Over my f*****g dead body...little girl.
