-Maybe she doesn't agree. - she retaliated. She was going to tell him how his delicious woman had been receptive in bed, satisfying his lust.
Philip was burning with anger at Richard.
Morgan noticed the significant detail and his blood burned. If they were on Garrone… He was the alpha, Philip knew. Was he really going to have the nerve to face him?
-If you try to kiss my wife against your will… – he hissed each word with a growl of fury – you won't have to worry about new scars. She won't be the one to make them. I'll leave them in her face myself.
-This is absurd! A wolf and a sorceress? Do you really believe she's going to put up with this?
Michael grunted. This was going to end up becoming a damn battle. Richard struggled under iron control.
What did Thalagar hope to achieve? If it had been Cassie in the beta's arms, he knew with absolute conviction that Philip wouldn't be alive.
Philip glared at him. Richard despite all his fury was controlled. Months of waiting and now...
-And you will be deceived? There was contempt in his voice. "Are you going to trust your pitiful sense of interpretation of how a woman willingly reacts in a man's arms?"
Thalagar's floor disappeared. The girl then hadn't been so elusive with the captain. Philip never achieved anything. It didn't matter what she did. Only she wasn't going to stand by him. He would rather see her dead. It was a detail he could easily provide.
-I didn't agree to give up.
I'm going to kill that bastard, Richard shuddered.
The atmosphere was tense. Some privateers were beginning to approach.
-You won't get close to her. - Morgan crunched the words and the calm tone only accentuated the menacing tone. - You won't even talk to her. Did I hear right?
-Don't you think he should give his opinion? he asked petulantly.
Thalagar stopped as if he'd been slapped.
-Not in dreams! -Richard assured. The small movement he made made him groan. - If you get close, I'll report you to the authorities for harassment...
Pain radiated through her hand as she tried to move her fingers. Ah! His thumb was swollen and twisted and throbbing painfully. He was broken to say the least. He didn't believe he had...
Richard clenched his jaw at the sight. Despite the relief of at least knowing where to look for the woman, he was shivering, ready to pounce.
His eyes darkened again. Unexpectedly and quickly, it was as if he felt her presence and… as he faced Thalagar face to face. He was going to end it right there.
-Come on, Thalagar. You better go!- Michael suggested. Richard's hands grabbed Thalagar by the shirt. He personally preferred it to be his neck. His gaze shone darker and metallic and cold.
- You know our laws. He knows and knows how the wolves of the pack behave to bring shame to our ways.
"God, Rick!" Michael sighed. - Enough man. No!
-You deliberately attacked one of the females of your own pack. – he was categorical and his voice cold as steel. - You also know that we are in danger of extinction. - Morgan breathed, ignoring the convulsions. – Worse than that. Attacked my wife.
Thalagar gasped.
- What do you mean by that?
Morgan took a deep breath. There were laws and customs. A female of the pack could not be touched. It was their most sacred law. They retained the gift of creation.
-I mean... You're not going back to Scarlet anymore. I don't want you back in the pack. I don't want your damn paws in the Armada. He was shaking with anger. "If you come any closer, if I find you in the wolves' domain, your throat will be at a premium." I will tear your veins.
-Are you banishing me from our people because of a sorceress? - He screamed as he was pushed hard and staggered looking for balance, before being immobilized and grabbed. - I'm a wolf.
The alpha narrowed his implacable gaze. His will was to beat the animal. All his instincts demanded that. Only his wife was injured. Somewhere... And...
-You better go! - Giles warned diplomatic- You've heard what had to be said. - You're out of the Armada.