Rage shook through me as red crept into my vision until they were all covered in it. The type of red that wanted me to spill blood.
The boys felt my presence immediately. The two pinning her down flinched when their heads snapped up. The one with blonde, messy hair locked under the sheer force of my presence, while the other one, who was trying so hard to show braveness, eyed me as if assessing who I was.
They could smell death. Taste it in the air like thick, cloying smoke.
But the one kneeling between her legs? His eyes-stupid, cocky, fucking dead-met mine, and he had the audacity to grin, still stroking his dick.
And then, the fucker-he actually laughed.
“The fuck do you want?” The brave one spat like I was the intruder. Like I was the one interrupting his night. But understood. This was him hiding his fear under false bravery.
“You got a problem?” The one fondling his dick asked. His voice was all smug amusement. “You can have her when I’m done.”
Dead.
He was fucking dead.
I barely registered Kasmine’s soft, hitched breaths. My focus was on him. The one who dared to think he could take what was mine and walk away with his dick still attached.
I didn’t give him the chance to breathe another word.
One second, he was smirking.
The next, his jaw exploded beneath my fist.
His head snapped back, teeth flying, his entire body lifting off the ground from the force of the hit. He hit the dirt ina twitching, gurgling heap, choking on the blood flooding his mouth.
I wasn’t finished. Not by a fucking mile.
Heat exploded through my veins, white-hot and blinding, burning away all logic and thought… I grabbed his collar, yanked him up like a ragdoll, and drove my knee into his ribs. Something cracked. Another hit. Another. I wanted to feel every fucking bone snap,
His screams fed something monstrous in me. I could have body drop at my feet. But, no. I wanted him to know what from his lungs by someone stronger. st plucked out his heart earlier and let his worthless felt like to be helpless. To have his last breath ripped… I sank my hand into his chest where the stupid organ beat. I was time to end him already. The other fuckers needed to be handled.
I tightened my grip and then ripped.
There was a spray of hot blood and a final, gurgling pasp before his body convulsed and went limp.
I let him drop.
Kasmine was already up, sitting on the floor and trembling from the shock of what had almost happened. “Kester “She called softly, but I was too far gone to pay too much attention to her at the moment. The only thing the red in my eyes allowed me to see was her hair which was a mess, and these fucking bastards would pay for it.
I turned to the other two.
They were frozen, still on their knees beside Kasmine, wide-eyed, shaking like fucking leaves. They wanted to run. Every fiber of their pathetic existence was telling them to run. But fear rooted them to the spot.
Good.
Because I wanted them to feel this.
They tried to stand to their feet when I drew closer.
I almost laughed.
They weren’t going anywhere.
“Stand right there,” I ordered, unleashing my Alpha command on them. It was always fun having stupid people like these die a slow, painful, and willing death… I took a step forward, seeing the utter fear in their eyes and how helpless they were as they had lost their will to ine.
“Fight yourselves to the death,” I ordered them in the calmest tone ever.
KESTER
They hesitated for half a second.
Then, like puppets on frayed strings, they turned on each her,
The first blow landed with a sickening crack that sent satisfaction running through me.
Fists flew. Blood sprayed. I watched with a blank expression as they tore into one another like rabid animals in a death match they hadn’t chosen.
They weren’t fighting to survive.
They were fighting to die. What an irony!
And I wanted to watch every agonizing second of it.
I wasn’t even halfway through the entertainment when I heard her voice.
“Kester…” She called me, a bit firmer above the trembling of her voice.
My head snapped toward her, and everything-the rage, the heat, the violent thrumming in my veins-came to a screeching halt.
My fingers, still sticky with blood, twitched at my sides.
She was shaking. Her body curled in on itself, arms clutching what was left of her dress. Her eyes brimmed with something I never wanted to see on her face.
Fear.
Not relief nor gratitude.
My stomach twisted. My chest constricted.
She wasn’t afraid of them.
She was afraid of me.
The pleasure drained from my veins. The high of violence turned to something ugly, something wrong. But never my judgment. My judgment still stood. They would fight to the death.
I forced myself to move, crossing the space between us in an instant. I dropped to my knees in front of her and reached for her.
“Kasmine,” I rasped, “Are you hurt?”
She hesitated, her body still trembling as she clutched at her torn dress. “No,” she whispered. “I-I’m okay. I was just… scared.” she couldn’t look me in the eyes, and that was when I realized Zeth was still sharing partial control with me, and she was yet to get used to him no matter how hard I tried.
She just had to because she’d be our mate soon.
I gritted my teeth, shutting my eyes for half a second before forcing them open again, pushing him to the back of my mind. I caged him in so deep I could barely feel him anymore.
The moment I did, she relaxed. Not fully, though, but enough that some of the tension in her shoulders loosened.
She swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t have killed them.”
I let out a long, slow exhale and ran a hand through her half “They touched what’s mine,” I said simply, kleding her forehead… I pulled her into a soft lung, hoping my warmth would caluer trembling body down. And it was working. She was gradually calming down.
It was a good thing I had that effect on her.
I closed my eyes, pressing my lips to the top of her head aggon. “It’s over,” I murmured. “You’re safe. You’re always safe with me.” y man who comes
Her hands clutched at the bare skin of my arms, gripping me tightly, “You don’t have to kill every i close to me, Kester.”
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