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Everything in me…froze.
“…What did you just say?”
My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was stripped of all humanity.
He didn’t reply.
He didn’t need to.
Because I saw it, the truth etched in the horror on Joe’s face, and in the stench of guilt that clung to his skin like rot.
JOE.
A scream, no, a roar tore from my throat as I turned on my heel.
I crossed the room in seconds. Joe had barely opened his mouth before my hand was around his throat, lifting him clean off the ground with the chair he was strapped to, and slammed him against the wall so hard the stone cracked behind him.
“You forced yourself on her?”
I didn’t wait for him to answer.
I slammed him again.
“You put your hands on her?”
Again.
“You dared defile what’s MINE?”
His face turned purple. He clawed at my wrist, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything but the rage flooding my veins like molten lava.
I threw him across the room. He crashed into the interrogation table, splintering the chair in two.
Lupercus didn’t move.
He just stepped aside.
I stalked toward Joe, who was wheezing, dragging himself backward like a worm.
“No. No, please…”
I grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him back to the center of the room.
Joe opened his mouth and I shattered his jaw with one punch.
He went limp, but I didn’t stop. My fists came down again. And again. And again. Until his Flesh split. And his Bone cracked.
His Teeth scattered around me like broken pearls across the floor. He tried to turn away.
I grabbed his arm and ripped it, his shoulder dislocated with a wet crunch.
Still, I didn’t stop.
I wanted him to feel it. I wanted every nerve in his goddamn body to remember.
I reached for the Thornsteel coil, wrapping it around his remaining arm, yanking until the metal fused into the bone, forcing every nerve to light up in searing agony.
He howled, but it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
“You touched her,” I growled. “You violated her.”
I brought my clawed fist down and tore into his chest, blood spurted warm onto my face. His ribs cracked like twigs. I didn’t care. I wanted to dig into him, carve him open and rip the filth out.
His body convulsed, twitching like a rag doll.
I barely registered Lupercus yelling behind me until his hands grabbed my arm.
“Alpha!” he barked, yanking me back with all his might.
I spun, baring my fangs at him, but he didn’t flinch.
“Sargis! You said you wanted her to decide!”
That stopped me.
Narine’s face flickered behind my eyes.
Her decision.
Not mine.
I staggered back, panting like a wild animal, blood dripped from my claws, my hoodie was soaked and clinging to my skin. Joe lay there, twitching, barely breathing.
Unfortunately.
Lupercus watched me cautiously, as if expecting me to attack him next. Smart of him.
I didn’t say a word.
I just turned, my boots squelched through the pool of gore I’d created, and stalked out of the pit and made my way back to my private quarters.
They should have protected her. Three-eyed wolf or not. Mate or stranger. They should have protected her.
And instead, they shattered her. I paused at the door, with my fingers clenched around the handle as I took a shaky breath.
My hands trembled with the phantom memory of shattered bones and ripped flesh. I wanted to scream, rip the moon from the sky and hurl it at the gods for allowing such cruelty to touch someone like her.
But I couldn’t.
Instead, I swallowed the scream like a shard of glass, and quietly clicked the door open.
Darkness cradled the room in a hushed lull. I peeked in, my eyes immediately drawn to the small, curled form on the bed.
Narine.
A sigh escaped my lips, relief, guilt, and agony all tangled into one fractured exhale. She was asleep. Her chest rose and fell in a soft rhythm, and for a moment, I allowed myself to breathe again.
Tiptoeing inside, I closed the door behind me with the gentlest click and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t want her to see me like this, soaked in blood.
The moment the bathroom door shut, I leaned my forehead against the tile wall and exhaled hard.
I peeled off my ruined clothes, caked with blood. I bagged them, tied the knot tight, and trashed them. Then, I stepped into the shower and turned the knob as far as it would go to the left.
Ice-cold water blasted my body, washing the blood down the drain, but it did nothing to ease the inferno burning in my chest.
Her screams. Her pain. The image of her flinching in the garden, her hollow voice when she begged, they looped in my head like a punishment I deserved.
God, Narine… that pure soul…
I didn’t even want to imagine the terror that must have gripped her in those moments, strapped down, brutalized, and violated while he sneered above her. While he told others she was a monster.
