Bab 383: Blood Slave For Generation

"This bitch!" The duke threw the meat on the ground and hit the rock with full force as he stood up. His eyes had turned red with anger and hatred. 

"Does she think she is high and mighty because she has caught a few dogs?" he was mocked with gritted teeth, others were sure that if we continued to use so much force, a few of them would surely come out of his mouth.

But they all were scared at the same time too. Everyone knew that the duke did not have the habit of backing down.

He was crazier for the position to the limit that he was going to accept the offer by giving his one son as the blood slave to Rafael and all the future generation of his.

He was a vicious woman and the blatant challenge of Hazel had hurt his ego. 

"How many men are hiding here?" he asked with a tilt of his head towards the men who exchanged glances with fear.