Unveiling the King's Fury.
Lisa's stance.
"Ah! Please don't come over!" I screamed, trembling in fear. His eyes blazed with rage. He was completely different. Panic set in.
"You belong to me," he howled, consumed by rage directed at me. His aura was different, menacing. The person before me was Lycan King Finn, not the one who claimed to be my mate. He grabbed me and threw me on the bed. "You're mine. You will never escape from me."
Gasping as he held my neck tightly, his aura was overpowering. Everything about him screamed danger. I needed to run. This wasn't him.
"Let go of me," I weakly pleaded. Damn, he wanted to kill me.
"I should let go of you," he demanded, a smirk playing on his face. The smirk made him appear sinisterly attractive.
'What's with the attraction? Get that out
