KING OF THE CURSED

(Jealousy)

Alpha Dargan POV

“Stop!” I ordered ready to rip my brains out from the torture her mouth wreaked on me. Her guts were killing and stupid.

I could have her head on a pole for her disobedience and she stops maybe thinking and pulls off her veil.

What!

Anabelle!

What is she doing here? She was part of the dancers all along. How did she know I was here and plotted in getting in here?

Rage surged through me.

It has been her all along. I wanted nothing but to question and punish her but on second thought, I let her do her thing.

Anabelle...