(Author's POV)
"Nothing~ …. huhh~ …. you say we are nothing? Are you that desperate to crawl into my brother's bed?" Alaric asked, his breath laboured. The rage ignited within him like wildfire.
"Alaric, mind your words," Myra rebuked.
"Don't claim innocence now. You are just trying to wring us, brothers, around your fingers. If you were so pure, you wouldn't have tried to kiss Brave or even kissed me. Fine~ …. you say we are nothing. So, I will sever that fucking bond right now. I don't want to be mated to a twisted whore like you," Alaric was consumed by anger and jealousy.
"ALARIC EVERESTS~ …." Myra's voice shook. His choice of words was like an invisible, yet sharp dagger, making a hole in her chest, piercing her heart. Her free hand curled in an iron grip, her knuckles turning white.
