Chapitre 63: Different Kind of Kink

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD)

Drake's POV:

Raphael's laughter died on his lips as he saw her. His eyes gleamed with twisted amusement. "So the little girl came to play after all," he rasped. "Tell me, Drake, what would your parents think? knowing you are fucking the child of their killer?"

Before I could react, Leila stepped forward. She didn't hesitate. She walked right up to Raphael, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Let me do it," she said softly.

I hesitated, not wanting her to get involved in this, but the look in her eyes told me she was ready. Reluctantly, I stepped aside, watching as she faced Raphael head-on.

And that's when I realized—Leila wasn't a victim anymore. She was a warrior. Alpha Vanvil may have scarred her, but he had also taught her how to break a person's spirit. And that's exactly what she did to Raphael.