Immediately Jaxon stepped into the room, he was shocked to see his slave lying unconscious. He could see how battered her body is was.

Jaxon walked closer to her body, frowning his face for a little while, he knew who had mated pain upon his slave, it was no other person than Klara, his whore.

At her sight, his heart clunch tightly, he hated the feeling that was beginning to grow in him, the mate bond was affecting him.

"Who did these to her clamentay."

Jaxon said, turning to look at the woman who was cleaning the blood out from her face.

"Klara, I saw Klara dragging her out from...