Camille's POV
Hearing that old, stupid vow coming out of his mouth in such a mocking tone made me instantly flush with shame and anger. I raised my hands to push him away, but he pinned my wrists behind my back in a flash.
"Still trying to fight me? You used to do the exact same thing in bed..."
His heavy breaths fanned against the side of my neck.
"Let go of me!"
"Hmm? Your mark is fading. How about I deep-mark you again right now..."
He leaned in to bite my neck, but the comm-stone in his pocket suddenly buzzed. The sharp ring cut right through the thick pheromones in the air.
Keeping one hand locked around my wrists, he pulled out the stone with his other hand and answered it. Malcolm's voice blared through the line, completely panicked.
"Alpha, everything is going sideways!"
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