Skoll POV
I cringed at the sheer pitch of this shewolf’s screams. I was all for a woman screaming my name as I banged her into oblivion, but when she sounded like a wailing banshee? I wish I’d brought a gag with me.
Hopefully, it shouldn’t be too long until my brother would come to my rescue. And right on cue, the guestroom door flew open. Reagan leant against the door frame, red-faced and panting. Both of his fists were clenched at his sides, trying to endure the pain without screaming.
It wasn’t the most logical way of getting rid of his mates, but he said the pain was well worth it, if it meant he could sever his mate bond with any of the remaining women. He had come to the realisation that our mother would allow him to reject any one of them that fell prey to my seduction. Three ou
