Chapter 175: No Threesome Survives A Blood Oath

Fifty warriors across Drakenfell simultaneously grabbed their arms, swore, and started running in the same direction.

Thor Crushturn was having the best, most lucky, lightning-strikes-only-once night of his life. He was staring at his own reflection, mid-thrust in a redhead omega, trying to convince her brunette friend that his bedroom ceiling was "mirrored for strategic purposes," when his mark went off.