17. Are You A Screamer?

Jackson watched Laya take another step back and cursed the beast inside him. Cain was being a hypocrite.

‘She’s mine,’ Cain growled.

‘She’s a healthy young woman, and sex is natural. Of course, someone fucked her!’

Cain growled again and tried to force himself out, but he shoved the beast back.

He had lost count of how many women he’d fucked. They were all equally enjoyable, even if he forgot their names the next day. Cain loved to fuck. After ripping heads off in battles, it was his second favourite thing to do.

Then in walked little Layla, who dared to admit that she wasn’t pure and the neurotic beast was ready to kill any man in the vicinity. His only options were to kill everyone or fuck Layla. There was no middle ground with Cain. All his plans went out of the window just like that so he could control his wolf’s murderous urges.

“What... What do you mean?” Layla asked. “It’s the wrong time of the month, and I haven’t started taking the—”

“Don’t lie to me, Layla,” he cut in as