Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 34

Leander ignored him and walked over to a nearby wall, mounted with various weapons, and selected a ten-inch blade. He twirled the knife casually between his fingers as he made his way back to Dagger. Without another word, Leander grabbed Dagger’s c**k with his free hand and held tight. Dagger jolted and pressed his naked butt as far into the wall as he could, trying to wriggle out of the grasp Leander had on his manhood.

Oh shit!

Flashbacks swam behind my eyelids. Leander’s animalistic expression as he threatened Luca. I’d believed then that he was capable of it. Now, I was almost certain I knew what was going to happen.

But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Because it was so much worse.

Never in my wildest nightmares, had I ever imagined what Leander was about to do.

Leander’s mouth curled into a wicked smirk. “Do you have a preference? Would you prefer if I yank it off or would you rather I sliced it clean?” Leander continued to play with the knife, waiting for his response.

Dagger just kept whimpering, “No, no…please no…”

“Oh come now, you’ve seen me do it to other wolves. Any opinion on what’s less painful?” Leander taunted, enjoying his prey. He tightened his fist.

Dagger yelped and then blubbered, “The kn-knife…”

“Indeed,” Leander purred, and with that, he gave his wrist a sharp twist- wrenching Dagger’s c**k from his body with his bare hand!

Dagger howled in pain.

My heart thundered in my chest.

The b***d was like nothing I’d ever seen. The healer immediately stepped forward and applied a patch between Dagger’s legs. Shockingly, the b***d flow stopped. I swayed on my feet, nausea rolling through my belly, and reached a hand out to steady myself against the cold wall next to me.

Leander purred, “Tell me what happens to wolves who f**k with me?”

“Please don’t!” Dagger panted. “Please, please. I’m begging you. I can’t do that.

I can’t!” Sweat poured off of him, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

“You should’ve thought about that when you had your hand in her pants, grabbing her between her legs!” Leander snapped.

There were gasps of shock from the wolves, which turned into growls. Even Cyril growled furiously.

“See, you misused this little appendage right here, getting a hard-on for my mate, and touching where you had no right to touch. And you’re lucky. It’s much smaller than I would have anticipated,” he commented as he waved it in front of Daggers face.

Dagger pressed his lips together in a thin hard line, almost turning white, shaking his head no. With his free hand, Leander gripped Dagger’s jaw in his fist and squeezed, forcing his mouth open. Dagger shook his head violently, but it wasn’t enough to stop Leander from shoving Dagger’s c**k into his mouth!

I was going to faint.

Just pass out. Fall over right there.

Abruptly, Cyril grabbed my bicep, steadying me, keeping me on my feet.

“Tape!” Leander barked.

Ever tore a piece of duct tape off with his teeth and handed it to Leander, who applied it over Dagger’s mouth, sealing it shut. “Chew,” Leander ordered. “Get it all down…and try not to throw up. I’ve heard it’s gross having to swallow it all back down again. And you’re not coming out of the shackles until you eat every bit of it.”

Dagger chewed and gagged at the same time, his Adam’s apple quivering as he tried to swallow. Tears streamed down his face.

“Muzzle!” Leander barked out another order.

Quickly, one was placed in his hands, and he strapped it around the back of Dagger’s head. I wasn’t sure what effect the muzzle was supposed to have since Dagger was not in Wolf form. I understood a moment later when he started to shift. I was shocked. He should never have been able to change, not shackled with silver. The trauma Leander was inflicting was so significant, Dagger didn’t have control. But as quickly as the shift started, it stopped, and he reverted to skin again.

Leander turned to the wolves who were all looking almost as green as I was.

“Let this be a lesson! I do not share…not when it comes to her! Am I making myself clear?” Abruptly, Alpha dominance radiated out of him in shock waves -the force of it was immense and painful.

Cyril and I were the only wolves to remain standing. Every other Wolf in the room, huge enforcers, Army toughed beasts and even Ever dropped to their knees, necks inclined in submission toward Leander. A few were whining.

After a long moment, Leander pulled back his power, gathering it back into his massive frame. Several wolves gasped in relief, their chests heaving from the strain.

Leander refocused on Dagger who was no longer chewing. “All gone? Ready for me to check?”

Tears streamed from Daggers eyes. He nodded. Leander removed the muzzle and jerked the tape away. “Open. Let me see if you’ve been a good boy.”

Dagger opened his mouth to reveal b***d-stained teeth. I turned my head away. My knees gave out.

Cyril wrapped an arm around my back and held my other elbow, supporting my weight.

Suddenly, Leander turned to me. “Which hand?”

But I was beyond speech at this point and stared at him dumbly.

He repeated gently, “Which hand did he touch you with?”

Oh, I understood the question now but was still having trouble making my brain come up with the answer. Leander waited patiently. I coughed, trying to clear my thick throat and finally whispered, “His right hand.”

Without another word from Leander, one of the wolves released Dagger’s right hand from the shackle and held it out in the air. Daggers entire body was shaking now.

Leander’s canines fully extended, all Wolf, flashing a brilliant white, before he bit two fingers off of Dagger’s hand.

Dagger screamed again.

Leander spat and wiped b***d from his mouth with his shirt sleeve. “Get him down.”

The wolves released his other hand. Dagger fell to the ground. Leander looked down in disgust. “You only have your life because of the many years serving me. It’s a f*****g shame you were so stupid to do something like this. Get the f**k out of my sight and my pack!”

Dagger shook as he tried to get to his feet, and then made his way up the stairs, out of the pack house.

He’s setting him free?

I didn’t realize I’d voiced my question out loud until Cyril answered quietly in my ear, “His choices are to live as a maimed, disgraced Wolf or kill himself. Almost always, they kill themselves.”