He broke the kiss, but he didn't let go. Kaeren's hand remained clamped on my jaw, his thumb pressing into the bruise I'd earned earlier. He inclined closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
"If you ever touch me with those filthy, lying lips again," he whispered, voice a vibration that made my hair stand on end, "I will peel the skin from your bones myself. You aren't a missing mate, little Omega. You're a parasite. And I'm going to enjoy crushing you."
I froze and immediately forgot the heat from the kiss. All I felt now was an arctic chill.
Pia whimpered as his Alpha aura chilled our spine. "He knows. He knows we're a lie. Please, let's go back to the mud. The mud is safe. The mud doesn't talk about skinning us."
Kaeren pulled back and his face was back to that of indifference once more.
