***VERY MATURE CONTENT-SKIP *MIDDLE* OF CHAPTER IF UNDER 18!***
Ramose deeply stared into his mate's eyes.
He felt aggrieved at her easy dismissal of his words. But when he saw the panic in her violet pupils, his heart melted and his anger faded away.
Sigh. I can't stay mad at her for long.
Feeling helpless, the Werewolf King lowered his head and bit his mate's lip.
Versailles yelped in surprise. Before she could scold him, he pushed his tongue in her mouth and kissed her in vengeance.
"Mmm...Ra...Ramo..." This insatiable wolf! They were in the Crystalline Hall!
The thought of Olsen or his other Betas walking in on them unsettled Versailles. So she unrestrainedly hit his chest in an attempt to push him away.
But the Werewolf King wanted to vent the suffocating feeling of frustration in his heart and ignored her protest. His mate's every word affected him heavily. And this time was no exception.
