Chapter 90. The Works of the Big Bad Alpha

Olive’s eyes widened.

“You fought against hundreds of men yourself? All at once?” she asked, her eyes as wide as saucers. He chuckled darkly and sipped his wine. Then he bit his lip while smirking, staring into space with a dangerous look. Something about him immediately radiated danger, and Olive got goosebumps. This man was something else.

“How? If I may ask?” she managed to say, despite her survival instincts screaming at her to run from him.

“By turning feral. I won’t shift, but I turn feral in this state,” he answered, looking at her. She had been staring at him ever since he began his story.

“When does that happen? Can you control it?”

“It happens whenever I get an overwhelming wave of anger and hate. Mind you, I was very quick-tempered back then. So I could snap at any time. Because of that, I