[NOUR]
"It hurts, please," Nour pleaded, when Grant sat on him, ignoring the pain that he had just inflicted on his very innocent mate.
"Fucking sleep, don't leave this house, or I'll do worse to you," Grant said, right before he picked up a wooden piece near him, and smashed it on Nour's head, forcing the prince to sleep instantly.
However, just as Grant opened his door to walk out, he ran into a very pissed-off Delbert Cornell.
Delbert looked like he could punch Grant into all seven ways to hell. His face was contorted into one that demanded answers, but also one that was daring the man before him to say anything that didn't make him happy.
Standing there in front of Grant's house, Delbert could hear the weak grunts of the young prince. The stench of blood and tears was so potent and his Lycan senses were not making it any easier for him, given the circumstances.
