Chapter 134. Venomane (1)

Blayne’s POV

Vance's head repeatedly swung across my two shoulders, up to my face, and down to my chest, taking whiffs.

“Why the fuck do you smell like my mate?” Vance snarled and his claws tightened around my neck, blocking the flow of air into my lungs. Today was not an auspicious day to die. Not after just recently marking my mate and was getting ready to embrace family life.

“She hugged me. It was a friendly hug.” I wheezed out. "She's yours. Not mine."

Vance was the one who sent me to his house. The obsidian eyes of his alpha wolf sent mental daggers into my head. It produced a prodding pain in my cranium. My mind was about to implode. As my lungs labored, minuscule purple splotches appeared on my neck and in my eyes.

“How dare you touch her?!” Vance said through his teeth with short ragged breaths, crushing my windpipe.

My pulping eyes darted to Duke. The son-of-a-bitch stood in front of the large desk with hands across his