Chapter 223
Chapter 223
It wasn’t easy.
But it worked.
Hooking his eyelids open, I made him watch.
One by one, I inserted thin silver poles into his skin.
I made him watch how his blood pooled around his on would be like to go paralyzed. Enough silver in his arm wo
paralyze him.
But he would still feel the pain.
made him feel what it
be able to momentarily
He howled out, screaming as loud as he could when he felt another jab a sharp silver pierce
through his back. I made sure to hit his spine this time. And another was put in. And
another. And another.
He was a mess.
He’d soiled his underwear. His stench filters around us. I wish I could say I felt pity. Some
sort of sadness for someone who I wished had noticed me more, but there was only a hollow emptiness.
A disappointment, almost.
I couldnt really decide on what to do next. I had taken the time to pull out each of his
fingernails and stuck two inch silver plates in its stead. He’s screamed a lot, then. I’m sure
by now he’d strained his vocal cords.
His voice turned rough and scratchy from overuse but he still screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
I’d taken his arm, taken his mate mark.
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What else could I strip him of?
My eyes flared up with excitement.
“I wonder.”
Benicios groggily lifted his head, his eyes red and bleary and tired and defeated as the
hooks continue to force his eyelids open. His breathing is hollow and I can’t help but
engrave this moment in my head,
“How would a wolf feel to lose his tail?”
Meredith blinks slowly, taking in Selene’s mother for what she was worth. She couldn’t see
the resemblance.
She really couldn’t.
Yes, she had looked similar. Yes, she had the same facial structure. The same lips, the same
hair color, the same skin tone and yet, they were completely and utterly
different.
There was no fire.
No determination or self–respect that Selene had.
There was not a single trace of Selene inside that woman. She couldn’t see it. And believe
her, she tried to find it.
They’d all taken refuge at the Capital as they awaited the news of Beta Dixon’s betrayal. All
Wolves present remained. They wanted answers. Each and every wolf felt uneasy about how an Alpha like Landon allowed a traitor to have such high position in his pack. How foolish the young Alpha was.
The same young alpha who was detained at his cell.
“Disappointing.”
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Meredith sighs, tilting her head to the side as she looked Sophie up and down,’
“I expected more.”
Sophie doesn’t have the time to respond because Hestia, the little pest, had stood up in anger, glaring at the ex–Alpha with intensity. Sophie’s displeasure had spiked in the air, despite the fact she was chained with two guards beside her, keeping her posted.
Yet, she didn’t say anything.
Like Meredith thought:
Different.
“Don’t disrespect my mother, witch.”
Oh?
Meredith grins, sardonic and mocking. The willowy blonde was trying to keep her
reputation up? She was trying to salvage something non–existent at this point? With the way
eyes had been glancing over the wolves and other Alphas around them, it was clear as
day Hestia was trying to gather at least some bit of respect. How pointless.
her
The only thing she was doing was making herself look that much more pathetic.
“Disrespect?”
Meredith echoes, standing to her full height and managing to bring forth her wolf just a
little.
She did not take to challenges kindly.
Not when they came from a conniving, backstabbing bitch. Hestia stumbled back but held
firm, trying her best not to cower or shake away. She was an ex–Alpha yes, but she was
older. Surely, Meredith wasn’t going to be too strong for her. She’d lost face after Selene and
her fathers throw–down, but it wasn’t too late.
No, it couldn’t be.
“Disrespect would be to spit on your mother’s face, grab her by the hair and throw her to
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the ground.”
Meredith steps closer to the blonde, willing her wolf out just a bit more. Enough to
overwhelm the naive female.
“Disrespect would be to call your mother out what she is publicly: spineless, a coward,
self–absorbed, heartless, weak, disgraceful, unworthy of being a mother- an utter
disappointment.”
eredith was merely a few inches from her. Her face directly in front of Hestia as that smile stayed unwavering,
“Disrespect would be to compare you and your sister,
of you could be related to that girl.”
frankly, I don’t see how any
She finally pulls back, smiling sickeningly sweet at the way Hestia’s eyes watered with
humiliation. Her hackles lowered, and Meredith sat down again,
“That would be disrespect, little Luna. But what I said? That was fact.”
He was cold.
His skin went dry and taut from the bitter chill circulating around his confines. Unable to
move from the chains binding him down, he surrenders to staying still. Sitting in nothing
but his undergarment, his head hangs low as his soaked blonde hair shields his face. He
can smell himself.
Or well, he used to until a few hours… days(?) ago.
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