My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die

rix Si

ying a twisted a game and I w

ze, I declare, "I, Bellatrix Sinclair, rej

the essence of rage, "You think you can reject me human." He snarled menacingly, "You are m

g's human mate, however his words had shattered the cloud of dread. Now I was fuckin

t?" I snapped unconscio

l around my bicep with a punishing grip that I can't escape from as he drags me out

to keep quiet, he

on if they were a figment of my imagination. However, he wasn't gr

to be reminded who owns you, you should beg for my

't know the meaning of something you never enforced. Don't

ing to give you an out, I was going to reject you. But you need to

choices for you. That little tantrum did nothing but showcase your stupidity, you have no power t

ak havoc upon my insides until I was violently shaking. "I HATE Y

, "Scream and cry all you w

ate." I spat, my voice dripping with ve

e arranged,

was racing, unable to process anything aside from causing him harm. Biting, kicking, puni

lack dots tainting my vision and my heart pounding so hard and fast that I couldn'

open my sternum. Releasing an audible gasp, drawing in a cool breath

nding into a pattern that was hypnotic. Freezing as memories rush to

ess whirlpool. Fluffy clouds that imitated cotton candy as the sun descended. Silk sheets adorned my skin, a long

ered my enmity and scorching my insides with resentment. They lived in luxury while hum

g, heavy breathing as I stewed in silence

I mocked dryly, watch

yours will only get you in more trouble." His voice acidic, steeped in malice. "You better ge

ck

ks, "I

sofa near the fireplace. His mischievous orbs bore into mine as he cross

mour. I was skilled at reading people therefore I knew it wasn't lust dancing

iding me an heir, I will consi

freedom. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. "Wh

sn't fond of having a human mate but alas this i

p out a baby for my freedom

sinisterly, "There is n

, "As long as I'm away f

nd. "I'm glad I could be of your ent

ith his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I'm loc

r me, a perfectly tailored three-piece suit that blended with the night sky. He was the epitome of malevolence, jet-black hair with fa

an art of sorcery and sin. Lazarus was the physical embodiment of my destru

ning part of me already felt

phe on my tongue as he placed my palm over his hardened cock. He throbbed against my palm, leaving me in a daze of fear and

ps of anticipation and arousal. "Bellatrix," his voice smoo