Chapter 68. Finding the Culprit

Damon

I woke up with a banging headache as I opened my eyes, briefly recalling the events of yesterday. My eyes forcefully went wide open when I remembered that Anya was in my room, her tits bare, and stroking my hard member when Roxanne walked in on us.

“Fuck that little pathetic slut.” I cussed out.

She was beginning to seriously irritate me. Maybe it would be best if she went back to where she was coming from, and if she insists on still staying in the pack, I’ll have no choice but to send her out of the pack palace.

She would be better off living outside the pack palace like other werewolves in this pack; the privilege of her staying here was over whether my father liked it or not. I had respected her father's friendship with mine and his loyalty to this pack and let her stay in the pack palace, but she has now