Leviathan stood at the edge of the clearing, his jaw clenched tight as he watched Jasmine being escorted away by Alpha Hunter's men.
She moved slowly, cautiously, wrapped in her cloak like a ghost drifting between guards. No chains. No bruises. No rough hands.
He scoffed.
What a joke.
She was supposed to be a prisoner, not a guest. And yet there she was, treated like some precious relic. Not even a slap across the face. Not even a damn collar.
He wanted to spit.
What made her so special?
He'd seen better wolves chained and dragged for less. He'd brought her in, after all. He'd tracked her scent. It should've been his glory. His prize.
And yet the Alpha barely acknowledged him. Spoke to him like a nuisance.
The stupid whore was supposed to be shared amongst the men.
He was supposed to have his fill before he was done and handed her out to others.
Not that she would be treated like a Queen.
A low growl rumbled in his throat.
Fine.
