WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.
Raising her hand, Zuri cupped Khaos's face and smeared the lycan's face with blood. She was smiling playfully at him.
"You don't need to worry about me, I am fine, this is not my blood," Zuri said casually. She was beaming.
That statement made Gayle felt dread. The way Zuri spoke, the way she smiled, the way she didn't feel any regret or anything made him felt ill all over his body. He knew whose blood was that.
If it was not Zuri's blood, then it must be someone else's and he was right about it.
"I killed my maid," Zuri said easily, as if she was stating the fact.
"Why?" Khaos's expression didn't change even after he heard what happened. He tucked strands of Zuri's hair behind her ear.
"She combed my hair too hard. That's why I killed her. I don't like it."