(Alnilam)
A guttural snarl leaves me when my fingers wrap around his miserable neck. I want to snap it and end his miserable life, but that will not be punishment enough for him.
I should have used my Alpha Aura on him the first time I came to visit him. The truth would have come clear to me. Pure werewolves couldn't lie under an Alpha's Command.
I was so blinded by the misunderstanding with Amaia, that I couldn't see the truth.
Snow flashes through my eyes, pinning Tarian with a hateful glare.
"You left your mate to fight a monster alone and rejected her?"
The terror reflected back from Tarian's eyes. It brought me nothing but immense satisfaction.
".....I…" He couldn't speak because my hand had shifted into Snow's sharp claw piercing the skin of his neck.
"And you dared to blame Amaia. You tried to kill your mate."
I dragged his body closer to me, spitting on his ugly, pathetic face.
