Chapter Ninety-Two.
The South Western Woods, in the Kingdom of the Fae.
Micheal lay in the thick undergrowth, watching the comings and goings of the outcast Fae. Merde himself was holding court, the sight of the scantly dressed young girls no older than 16 or 17 at a push waiting on him hand and foot, making his stomach churn. Even if this mission wasn’t to free his Royal Beta’s mate and her pup, he would have still happily of volunteered to rid the world of a man such as this. He had no right to breath oxygen, and only death would atone for his crimes.
The band of warriors who were laid, hidden in the undergrowth around the camp were of the same opinion. This fae man was disgusting, and each of them longed to have the pleasure of ending his life, and saving not just the Beta’s mate,
