Meredith’s POV
"Love?" I asked that s**t that stays in front of me. "Love? Really? You entered my life with your boots and that is the only thing that goes through your head?"
"Should I have brought flowers?" the jerk asked me.
He is somewhere over his forty, a damned good example of nowadays gladiator. I would lie to say that the jerk is not looking well, but all I care about right now is how to break his neck quickly and then save Max.
"So you are my royal trophy," he said, starting to walk around me. "And you are a white wolf too, so rare for a royal, that makes you even more special."
"What the hell ? Doesn't he know that I am a primordial wolf too?" I asked Artemis.
"It seems he doesn't . A royal is strong enough, only our white fur could make him find the truth but it seems tha
