CHAPTER 51
Derek's POV
“Get your hands off her now!” I growled with my claws extracting.
The dumb old fool didn't comply. Instead, he turned to look at my stepmother, to seek approval from her. That was his mistake.
Before he could return his gaze in my direction, I was beside him. Before he could tell what was happening, my fist connected with his jaw.
Mord flew clean off his feet and landed on the floor, where he remained unconscious. He was going to wake with a broken jaw, but otherwise he would be fine.
My eyes swept over the bodies of the dead innocent guards, my stepmother had ploughed through to get to Layla, and my anger levels rose higher.
With my extracted claws, I aimed a blow at Mord's throat when she quickly grabbed my hand.. My stepmother.
“No you wouldn't!” She hiss
