Anton stares at you for a moment, his crimson eyes wide. He takes a step toward you, but then Viggo wraps his arm around your waist from behind, breathing in your scent 'Well, aren't you just a pretty little thing? Your blood calls to me my dear, begging me to feed.' You try to pull away, but he's too strong. Suddenly, you find yourself behind Anton, who's standing between you and Viggo protectively, his fangs bared This one's mine brother. They are my mate. I will not let you harm them.
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