Kael
Kael could feel anger coursing through his veins. He fisted and unfisted his fingers. Isolde was limping behind him, with Marcus’s arms on her shoulder.
Kael wanted to slap his arms away from her. Isolde was his. His wolf, Axel felt possessive of her.
But inside, he hated her. She was a maid, and now his slave. Why did she have to always be reborn in the most pitiable positions only? And why did she never stand up for herself?
“Make sure you don't bleed all over my car.” Karl growled as he climbed into the car which one of his men held open.
His wolf growled back at him and it took every ounce of his strength to keep him down. He couldn't be nice to Isolde. The curse was clear enough. It would only be broken if she fell in love with him while he was savage, and angry with her
