Charles's POV
"She is just a woman," Rowan wheezed, crimson foam gathering at the corners of his mouth.
I seized his face between my fingers, forcing his dying gaze to meet mine. "Just a woman? That's where you're dead wrong, brother. She isn't just anyone to me. She's my mate."
His eyes went wide with shock before blood began pooling in them. He would suffer every second until his final breath. This was the destiny he'd carved for himself the moment he decided to cross me.
Rowan's frame shook violently as the wolfsbane coursed through his system, claiming him completely. Crimson leaked from his ears while his breathing became shallow and desperate. His trembling hand reached toward me one final time.
"Father will come for you," he managed to choke out.
I bent down until my lips were near his ear. "Father won't even find what's left of you, brother. I'll personally see to that. And without a body to discover, he'll have no reason to hunt me down before I'm ready."
