He woke up, his head feeling like it was about to explode. His lion was roaring in his mind. He crawled to the bathroom, reaching the toilet in time to empty the contents of his stomach. He hung on, heaving and retching. 'So the little b***h is dead' he muttered to himself. This made his beast roar in his mind again. He winced. He pulled himself up and leaned over the basin. He splashed cold water over his face, carefully avoiding the bandage over his eye, and rinsed his mouth. He glanced at his reflection. He was pale as death. He almost felt sorry that she was gone. He did plan on killing her himself. But he did not have an idea that he would suffer this bad. He did not want a mate. And he viewed an omega werewolf to be beneath him. He wanted a strong lioness shifter. He would consult wi
