ANNATORIA
“Die?” I completed his sentence, my chest tightening with so much fear of the things the Lycan was capable of doing.
“Do you understand now? What you are asking for?” The power in his voice lowered as he reached to cup the sides of my face. “If you wish to die, do it after you take my life.”
I know the rut is now confirmed to be a vile thing that could make the Lycan the worst beast, but with his words, he is currently doing the most wicked thing.
So, through gritted teeth, I called, “Lycan Dayrian…”
“Ha! You’re being formal with me now?”
“You…”
“Me, what?” His bulging eyes mocked me. “Huh?”
“f**k you,” I said as though I was calm.
“No.” His smirk returned. “Unless your f**k you means you desire my blood.”
“You…”
“What?!” That startled my heart a lot. “What the hell
