PRINCE ULYSSES’S POV
“Bow.” I released my power on Felicia, feeling her wolf whine in response. The fact that she made me jealous pushed me to my limits and without a care that she was a woman, I needed to deal with her.
“Forgive me, Prince Ulysses,” she managed to utter between gasps.
I turned around and walked back to the love chair and sat in between Prince Kloud's legs. I felt his hand go around my waist and my body stiffened. His c*ck pressed against my a*s and his hot breath brushed across my neck.
“Leave,” I commanded Felicia. She stood up and left the room in a fit of tears.
Once she was gone, Lowe chuckled. “About time we got rid of that b*tch.”
My eyes darted toward the room and then I watched as Randale nodded in my direction. “Let us head to the military barracks.”
Armand was the first to get to his feet with excitement.
“Why?” Lowe asked with raised eyebrows.
Armand turned to him. “Aren't you curious to see what weapons they keep bragging about?”