Chapter 72
Roman roared in pain.
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Of all the things he’d expected, this outcome wasn’t even remotely something he’d considered. He clutched his hand tightly,
partly from shock, partly realizing he needed to stanch
the blood flow.
However, what he did not expect was that this was only the beginning.
“Sir.”
After cutting off Roman’s finger, the bodyguard respectf
The man took the knife, took out a handkerchief, and gently
wiped off the blood on the back of the knife.
Then, he slowly walked toward Roman.
For the first time he could recall, Roman felt fear.
“Who... who the h ell are you? How dare you do this to me?”
Sure he had used cr uel methods and played with many
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women. But all the women he slept with had no one important in their background. They were all nobodies without
protectors.
Whoever this man was must have a grudge against the Starke
pack, so he came to take revenge on him because he had found an opportunity to do so.
The man didn’t respond, just continued approaching. Unconsciously, Roman took a step back. His wolf growled at
him for show weakness, but Roman was more concerned with
self-preservation. They’d already take a finger from him; he
didn’t want to lose something else.
Wolf shifters might heal better, but they couldn’t regrow limbs.
After taking a few steps back, he was blocked by several
bodyguards in black uniforms with an “S” on their ties.
He’d been careless, in a hurry to come to the Knight pack’s offices. He knew better than to go into rival territory without his pack
bodyguards. His father, the Alpha, had practically drilled it into his head that he must always assume danger. Starke wolves were
strong, but it didn’t matter how strong you were when you were heavily outnumbered or taken by
surprise.
If he’d brought his pack bodyguards, per protocol, he wouldn’t
be in this situation.