章 112: The celebrations- My turn

Royan wolfed out in the forest losing his mind over what Adam did. He was in love with the duke, the harder he tried to forget and push down his emotions.  The stronger the feelings become.

He was raging mad, it was selfish to hold on to Adam when he felt like it and let him go when he found it neccesary. For years Adam didn't mind the treatment and kept loving him.

Seeing him refusing to hold him, hearing him say with his lips that he wasn't going to remain around waiting for him. Adam was his, he had been from the very day that the witches made him his bane. 

Royan was not open to sharing someone that belonged to him. every bone in his body was screaming loudly at him to tear the young man that Adam waswith limb from limb and crush the pieces with magic. 

He took a sniff in the air and caught the young man's scent. What got him more angry was the fact that he could smell Adam with him.

His blood boiled, he ran over in their direction.