Kane POV:
"Elena," I growled in her ear, low and dangerous, "you're going to remember who you belong to." My voice was cold, a promise wrapped in steel, as I bit down gently on her earlobe, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Her soft moan hit my ears, a sound that only fueled the primal urge coursing through me, but I wasn't here to indulge—at least, not completely. This was a lesson.
"I'm going to punish you, little mate," I said coldly, my voice low and controlled. She needed to learn a lesson. No one dared to threaten me—especially not her, with that absurd notion of rejection hanging in the air between us.
