A soft breath fled from Caesar.
"How slow could I take it? How many weeks would I need to take her?" he quietly conversed with himself, his lashes casting a shadow above his cheek.
If I allow such low humans to harm my mate any longer...I wouldn't be able to look at myself. I would never have the face to stand as her alpha.
I could kill them. It isn't so hard. But…my Adeline…my doll…
He snarled suddenly, frustrated. But just for her, he would do it slowly, even though it would take weeks. Her safety and want was his top priority.
Dialing a number, he threw his head back on the sofa and waited for the callee to answer.
The call was answered a few seconds later, and he lifted the pistol, pointing it at a dart target board hanging on the wall of his office.
"Nikolai, I have an important task for you."
