Jaded Hearts
Chapter 22

Drew

DAY 1

After leaving the Blue Moon pack, I got home but couldn’t turn my mind off. All of this was Taylor’s fault. Why couldn’t she have accepted me for who I was and been the faithful mate I knew she could be? She f****d my life up, and now she thought she deserved her “Happily Ever After?”

f**k that, and f**k her.

They would all pay for what’s been done to me. All I did was love, and this is how they repay me. I glanced down and noticed the back of the pack w***e I was f*****g. I had almost forgotten she was here, but whenever I called for them, it was always the same: shut your mouth, do not touch me, and keep your hideous face down.

If they weren’t Taylor, at least I could pretend they were. Seeing and hearing them ruined the fantasy. They were only good for a temporary release, nothing more. I didn’t love them, or anyone for that matter. I had given my heart away, and it had been destroyed.

I could feel my wolf Killian right at the surface. He was pissed as well and wanted someone to pay. His claws came out and dug into the w***e’s h**s.

She cried out in pain as her b***d ran down her snow-white legs and pooled on my sheets. But she’d been here before, and she knew the rules, so she kept her mouth shut as I continued to painfully ram my c**k up her a*s.

More pain. More! Killian yelled in my head.

I grabbed the girl’s hair and snapped her head back, hard. When my hand went around her throat, the claws dug in again, causing even more of her b***d to be spilled. The smell of her b***d and fear was filling the room and fueling my rage. It reminded me of the fear I would smell on Taylor after she received a swift and just punishment for one of her many missteps.

B***d and fear, fear and b***d.

“Drew, please. I can’t … breathe.”

How dare she speak to me while I was remembering the times with my flower! I squeezed harder and dug in deeper. All would be punished for their misdeeds. I heard her squeak out a breath, then reach up to try and peel my hand away, but it was no use.

I was the Alpha’s son, and she was a pitiful Omega. She was no match for me. Tears ran down her face that was now bright red and slowly turning purple. She scratched and clawed, and it only made my h**s move faster and harder.

“All who are weak will be punished,” I whispered in her ear. Then I reached my climax and roared as I came deep in her bowels. It hit me so fast and hard; I didn’t even feel the bones of her neck snap beneath my palm.

Every muscle in my body fired and quaked as pleasure I’d never known washed over me. Once my balls had completely emptied, I pulled out of her disgusting body and stepped back as she fell unmoving to the floor.

“Get the f**k up and get out. We’re done here,” I yelled down at her.

When she didn’t move, I leaned down with every intention of grabbing her head and dragging her to the door. Her eyes were wide open, but there was no movement anywhere. No rise and fall to her chest, no sounds of b***d pumping through her veins.

She was dead. And I had killed her.

“Interesting. No wonder that was the best f**k of my life. I might have to do that more often.” I stepped over her and walked to my bathroom to wash her smell from my body.

Colton, I’ve got a dead Omega in my room. I need you to send someone to get rid of her.

What the f**k is wrong with you, Andrew?! You’re going too far now.

I don’t have time for lectures. Just send someone, or I’ll just toss her out with the trash.

Your time here is done, Drew. On my honor, as soon as I’m Alpha, you’re f*****g done!”

Colton could be a whiny little b***h at times, but he was the oldest, so he was the golden boy. He helped me hide from my father over the years, so I wouldn’t get in trouble constantly. He’s always threatened to stop helping, but he never does.

Some twisted sense of family and loyalty.

I stepped in the boiling hot shower and scrubbed my skin until it was bright red and almost bleeding. The smell of the Omega made me want to vomit; it disgusted me to no end. Only my flower could mark me with her scent. Only her.

After an hour of scrubbing myself raw, I stepped back into the room to see that the w***e was gone, as were my bloodied sheets. Colton was good for something, after all.

Now it was time to think. All who were weak would be punished, and my flower had been weak. She had given herself to another wolf, and now it was time for retribution.

* * *

Day 2

I need my flower. I need to touch that perfect brown skin of hers and wipe her tears as I explained to her all she had done wrong.

Then I’d make love to her, slowly and gently. She’d know how much I loved and cared about her. If the Moon Goddess had made a mistake with my mate, surely, she had made a mistake pairing her with that Gamma. Flower was mine, and I needed to replace her.

When Matt had said she was in heat, it infuriated me. It was supposed to be me to take that special part of her, but she gave it to him. I wanted it! She knew that, but she denied me again and again!

Her heat couldn’t last too long, though, and when it was over, he’d send her away. Matt didn’t love her; he’d f**k her, then throw her away. Just like me and the whores.

Then I’d be there to offer punishment and comfort. That’s all she truly needs. So, I drove to her apartment and waited. As soon as she showed up, I would reclaim her. I’d take her home. She wasn’t marked yet. She was still fair game.

I saw that b***h of a roommate of hers leave and rush off to work. She would be disciplined as well. If it wasn’t for her, Taylor never would’ve left me. We would be married by now. She would’ve borne my pups multiple times over.

Her interference made me lose it all, so yes, she would face judgment just like the rest of them. It wouldn’t be long now. I just needed patience.

* * *

Many hours later …

She’s still not here. She’s still with that f*****g Gamma?! Who does he think he is to keep what’s mine? All of Blue Moon will pay for this. No one keeps me from my flower.

I saw Morgan arrive back at the apartment, then leave maybe ten minutes later. She was clearly dressed up to go somewhere nice, but I didn’t have time for her. Not yet. Taylor had one more day to get her s**t together and come home to me, or I would destroy everything.

Day 3

I had grown tired of waiting. Waiting was for the weak.

It was easy to get into the apartment. Morgan never remembered anything, and something as simple as locking the front door was too hard for her tiny mind to process.

When I entered, I immediately smelled my flower’s scent: roses and lilac. She calmed me in ways no one else could. I followed the scent, and soon, I found myself standing in her bedroom. It looked like she had left in a hurry; there were clothes strewn all over the bed and floor.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. My messy little pet. When you’re mine again, all will be kept neat and tidy.” One of her drawers was open, and when I looked inside, I found all of her sexy silky panties and bras. The thought that she had these and allowed other men to see them made me sick. She was a w***e, a w***e I would redeem and make pure again.

I threw the dresser to the ground and watched as all of her trinkets on top scattered across the floor. After walking over to the closet, I ripped the door off its hinges and tore through its contents. Skin-tight dresses, skirts that were shamefully short, heels that only prostitutes would wear … She never had these things when she was mine, back when she was still good and pure.

Now she’s a filthy slut who I still can’t help but love. My claws came out, and I tore everything in sight to ribbons. She would never befoul herself with these garments again.

My fallen angel would rise again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of small blue ballet flats. These were the shoes she was wearing the day we met. I picked it up and allowed memories of that day to come back to me.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I knew she would make my world right.

I brought the shoe to my face and inhaled deep. I wanted to smell every stitch. Then my tongue flicked out and ran all the way across the leather of the insole. If only I could taste her sweet lips again.

Thinking of her made my d**k rock hard, and soon, I found myself rubbing myself through my pants. I was so close to having her again. So close. I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my c**k out. I placed it in the shoe, which had rebuilt that connection to her, and began to furiously rub and tug. This was the closest thing to having her hands around me, and I needed the release.

With my free hand, I leaned down and picked up a shred of clothing and brought it to my nose. Roses and lilac filled my senses and doubled the speed of my hand I was jerking myself with. Like a dumb, horny teenager, I came in seconds, filling her shoe with my thick, sticky seed.

The climax was hard and fast; it stole my breath and brought me to my knees, but I needed to pull myself together and focus on the task at hand. The light in her bathroom was on, so I was drawn there next. I’d clean up, then carry on with the mission.

The small blister pack of birth control pills on the sink was the final straw and had me seeing red.

It was almost empty. She had been taking c**k for far longer than the few days the Gamma had had her. She truly was a w***e who lied about her virtue and refused to give herself to me.

She’d realize the consequences of her actions, and we would start by burning everything she owned to ash. She didn’t deserve these filthy, disgusting things. All she deserved was my d**k down her throat, and my fist in her face.

And she’d get both, again and again until she was honest and true once more.

I didn’t even notice that I’d set the dishrag on fire. It wasn’t until the smoke began to fill my lungs, and I found it hard to breathe, that I saw what was happening around me.

I grabbed the tiny blue shoe and ran from the flames. When I made it to my car, I sat back and watched as inferno engulfed the building.

“All who are weak will be punished, flower. There will be so many more punishments to come.”