Ivan
The rogue screams again, but I don't flinch. You'd think we were torturing him, but we'd barely touched him.
The reason he was screaming was that I'd broken his nose. Of course, to a werewolf, that wasn't such a big deal, significantly since we healed so quickly, but this guy acted like I'd killed his family in front of him.
I'd hit him because of his reaction to my scent. We'd walked in after I ensured Nefera rested comfortably with her brother. He'd taken one sniff and groaned in pleasure.
A different reaction to the female.
This one got aroused and started provoking me about Nefera. It was clear he knew her, and like most males I'd seen around her, he lusted after what belonged to me.
So, breaking his nose felt like a very controlled response to his outburst of how fuckable my mate was. Anyone else might have just snapped his neck.
