ROMAN's POV
''Y—You— Whore!''
The word rung in my ear over and over and over again till I felt my teeth graze the inside of my cheeks and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
My face wrinkled into a mask of pure, murderous rage, my hands tightening into trembling fists as those words echoed off the bedroom walls.
My eyes slowly followed those pointed hands and it stayed exactly where I though it was.
On Vivienne.
My Vivienne.
The Luna of this fucking pack.
Who the fuck dares call my Luna a whore?!
I slowly turned, my eyes burning liquid fire as I stared at her.
She didn't look familiar one bit but I remember her clearly now.
She was the exact same she-wolf that had tried to slander my wife the very moment I returned from going out to get a peace treaty.
That time, she was trying to plant a poison. To convince me that my Vivi was somebody else.
A low chuckle slipped from my lips, one I was sure sounded like a laugh of pure menace and mockery.
