Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 136

My Wolf came to my eyes, looking for any sign of untruth in the biker’s features.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t move or back down.

My Wolf liked his fighting spirit.

Tommy continued carefully. “What happened here today stays with me, Leroy and Frank, alone. No one else. Not even our families. We already understand the ramifications if we don’t. My boys and I have stayed alive this long because we live by a motto of unquestionable discretion when necessary.”

I turned my attention to Frank. Tension ran through his body, but the male held my gaze without flinching. “We’ve already killed for you,” he pointed out, “and we ain’t stupid.”

Frank didn’t bother using a lot of unnecessary words. Straight to the point. I liked that. But could I trust them?

I turned toward Leroy.

Again, there was no hint of deception in his countenance. He wiped b***d from his chin with the back of his hand. “I’d already guessed you were a crazy fucker. Didn’t quite guess the true extent of it, though,” he muttered, shaking his head, “but we can deal. You have our word.”

Focusing again on Tommy, I growled, “You will need to return with me.”

His expression tightened. “For how long? We can’t be gone indefinitely. There’s no excuse I could give my brothers that would make them believe we left for good. They wouldn’t stop searching with every bit of resources they have,” he finished quietly. And then added, “That ain’t a threat. It’s just the truth.”

“I understand.” I nodded. “Long enough for me to get to know you and the situation we’re in better and work through the details.”

He ran his hand through messy blonde hair, causing particles of debris and dirt to shake loose. “Okay. I can agree with those terms.”

Now that that was wrapped up, I turned and crossed the room to Ever was standing over top of Dagger.

Dagger began violently shaking.

I noticed the black bag at Ever’s feet. Ever followed my line of sight and confirmed, “Yeah. Everything you need.” He tossed me a pair of black gloves.

I slipped them on and cracked my knuckles. Looking around the room, I counted eight remaining Diamonte wolves. There were also five more wolves in addition to Dagger. Always in tune with my thoughts, Ever offered the answer before I even uttered the question. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Nightshade.”

Nightshade. Okay. Two packs of wolves would be wiped off the face of the earth by the time I was done. Many hundreds of lives lost. I hated it. But I was done leaving my wolves at risk, particularly when we were about to usher in eleven new little pups. Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised that Hycinth was pregnant considering every mated pair had been successful at conceiving. It was unheard of even for a Claiming Ceremony, but nonetheless, eleven new wolves would be born soon. It remained to be seen which, if any, had special abilities. Of course, there was one tiny little Wolf who was barely hanging on by a thread -my female. Her future was still very much up in the air due to the bastard wolves in this room.

Turning to face Dagger, rage blazed out of me, a burning fire of hostility.

I was done waiting.

Striding past him, I entered the run down dining room and snatched up one of the filthy wooden chairs. Flipping it over, I brought it down hard against my knee, snapping a leg off. Returning to the living room, I snarled, “Bend him over.”

“No!” Dagger shrieked as Ever brought his knee down on the back of Dagger’s neck, slamming his head to the floor and kept him there with the full weight of his body. Dagger violently twisted and turned his lower body to free himself.

Coming from the side, Luca struck.

Regardless of Dagger’s defensive movement, Lucky’s boot made a direct hit to Dagger’s groin.

Dagger cried out from the vicious impact to his pitiful balls, and fell limp, choking and sputtering to catch his breath, unable to move his head beneath Ever’s six-foot-four muscular frame. Working in coordination, Luca and Samuel jerked Dagger’s h**s high in the air, giving me the target I wanted.

Wasting no time, I slammed the six inch wooden stake directly into Dagger’s waiting a*s.

Dagger howled in pain. B***d spurted from the wound, covering his back and the carpet, but I’d been careful with the length and hadn’t impaled him to the point it would kill him.

“Duct tape!”

Ever lifted off of Dagger who was no longer able to fight due to the extreme agony, and reached into the waiting black bag. Pulling out a roll of duct tape, he tossed it into my waiting hands. Unrolling it, I used my teeth to tear off a ten inch piece. I dropped to one knee next to Dagger and lowered my head to his ear. “How does that feel? Good?”

Dagger whimpered, tears coursing down his cheeks.

“You’re going to experience every bit of the ‘pleasure’ you inflicted on my mate.” I whispered.

I didn’t know who exactly had violated Hycinth’s anus. Since Grace was sure Hycinth’s assault in that location consisted only of claws, I would put money on Dagger, and the fact that he didn’t deny it meant I was right.

Pressing the middle of the duct tape over the inch of stake protruding from his a*s, I used to the side of my fist to hammer it in the rest of the way until it was flush with his skin.

Screaming in pain, Dagger jolted but was unable to escape my grasp. I adhered each end of the tape to his buttocks to keep the stake from slipping out of Dagger’s back hole, now slick with b***d, and repeated the process, adding two more strips of tape.

Weeping now, he pleaded between panting breaths, “P-please…k-kill me!”

I laughed, “Why do you even bother? You see, you’ve already been subjected to what I considered my worst punishment. But now, you’ve forced me to up my game. You want to play. Okay. Let’s play.”