Chapter Three Hundred-Thirteen – Brags
To Sorren, he nearly got kidnapped. Most of the riders he met always wanted to kidnap him, for obvious reasons.
He was the beautiful Prince of Black Claws Kingdom and younger brother to the Alpha of three packs.
"Just like you did, that rider must've caught my scent." Sorren said, and watched Stefan and Sigma nod.
Stefan hadn't thought of it, he regretted not giving the rider a knock on the head. "And you, falling asleep like that."
The Prince ran his hands through his hair as he remembered. "I suffered greatly so I got tired."
There was not ounce of pity on their faces and Sorren frowned. He added. "I met the Queen of Damancas and we had a little chat."
Stefan alarmed. "The Queen of Damancas Kingdom?"
Sigma turned from Sorren to the Alpha. Could anyone just see the Queen of Damancas? Especially a Lycan?
