The Mad Dog's Obsession
Language: en
In the iron cage of an underground fighting pit, my heat cycle hit without any warning. Up on the high platform, my so-called fated mate — the uncrowned king of the Night Faction, Maximilian Cross — covered his nose in disgust and pulled his beloved Tiffany into his arms. "A defective little runt who can't even shift, and she thinks she has the right to smell like that? Let the beasts tear her apart in that cage." The whole crowd burst out laughing. The half-shifted beasts, eyes blazing red, drooled as they lunged toward me. Just when I'd given up all hope, a pair of blood-soaked combat…