Elysia laid on her mother's lap, soaking into the affection. Ara, the Lycan Queen, slowly patted her head, whereas the Lycan King paced in her room like a caged animal.
“Damon, calm down,” Ara spoke out loud, watching her mate go back and forth.
“Come down? How the f**k can I calm down? I knew that bastard didn't deserve her. Look how sad she is now,” Damon was fuming in anger. His lycan was surfacing. Given a chance, he would kill Jonathan in one swift move.
“I am gonna rip off his throat and then feed him to the vultures,” Damon growled again.
“Dad, I am over him, I swear. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Elysia sat on the bed, as she spoke with a small smile.
Damon knelt before her. She was his first born, his everything. Slowly he took her hands and said, “I am so sorry, Ely, I couldn’t
