Felix
"I'M NOT GOING!" Layla wales at the ceiling as we drag her out by her elbows. Her feet drag behind her as she is reluctant to walk. "He is my mate! He is mine! Let me go!" Layla struggles and thrashes as we drag her out of the pack house naked because she refused to put her clothes on. "He is denying the mate bond! I can feel it."
She throws her head back so hard it could snap and lets out a blood-curdling shriek; her matted brown hair gets hung on my fingers, ripping chunks from her scalp as we drag her toward the front door. "I am the new queen. Let me go, or you will pay for this Beta! Leave my mate and me this instance!"
I scoff as I look down at the hot mess of a woman. Her coal colored eye makeup is smudged across her tear-stained face like a raccoon. And her red lipstick
