A Mate For The Last Lycan

Khaos tilted his head, staring at her innocently when Zuri gave him a look for taking away the knife in her hand. The voices in her head kept screaming at her, but she was still able to hear what Rose said.

"It must feel like a punishment for being mated to someone, who was not on the same status as you. But, no offense, luna Zuri. You must have another redeeming quality in you."

Rose’s compliment was a backhanded one. It was a reminder that Khaos’s union with Zuri was an insult that the king gave to the alpha. Zuri was a widow of a traitor, after all. Someone, who could only stain the royal blood.

"It’s a pity, both of you look good together. You chose the wrong brother, luna Zuri." Rose smiled sweetly at her.

When men would fight openly with strong force, here women had their own battle of dignity.

However, Zuri’s reaction was not what Rose expected. The luna pressed her face against Khaos’s arm. She didn’t even bother with Rose’s jab.

"Indeed, it’s a pity." Zuri nuzzled her cheek against Khaos’s arm. "So, pitiful," she sighed with feeling when Khaos caressed her head to calm her down, knowing she was thirsty for Rose’s blood.

However, this gesture caught Dacre’s attention. He didn’t why, but he felt there was something about Zuri that he couldn’t put his finger on. This woman was rather interesting.

At first, he learned that Zuri was the one, who had brought glory to River Creek pack. She was undoubtedly smart, but something was off about her.