This time, I will fucking win.
Chapter Thirty-One
Ican already feel a bruise forming on my eyebrow from the amount of hits I have taken since being tied to the chair in the decrepit cabin Scott took me too.
I have seen a few other unfamiliar men who have come and gone from the moment my blindfold was removed.
It's been hard to keep my attention on them though.
No matter how hard I try to breathe through the hits rained down on my body, I struggle to keep consciousness.
But I won't stop.
I can’t.
Because the moment I finally do is the moment I sign my death wish.
It would be so easy to do too.
The thought of going back to the same spot I was in all those years ago is enough to make the grim reaper weep.
But it's them.
Amity, Cal, Olis, and Vic.
It's them I fight for.
Now that I have had the taste of what my life could really be, I could never just give it up that quickly. It’s something that Scott seems to understand, landing his last hit before standing back and panting.
The Alpha before me is a mess.
The wolfsbane I used to poison him did some kind of damage.
If every single feature of his wasn’t etched into my psyche, I wouldn’t have recognized him.
He looks as though he has aged thirty years. His hair is a fowl gray color, the strands matted which only seems to bring out the insanity in his gaze even more. There is a scar on his face, covering his entire right cheek that never used to be there. The bags under his eyes hold a permanent darkness. His skin is wrinkled and leathery, adding the finishing touches to a feral Alpha.
I glare at him, shooting him daggers that I wished weren’t just a part of my imagination.
He snarls at me before turning and kicking a chair across the room. His hands shake, the evidence of insanity as he grips is hair, ripping some strands as he paces.
He is feral, beyond the point of saving. Even if he was worth that.
Which he isn’t.
In a way, the scene before me is hilarious.
Little old me was able to fuck this Alpha’s life up to the point that he is completely gone. It makes me cackle out loud which I know is a huge mistake the moment those bleary eyes turn back my way.
Rushing me, he backhands me again, the action only making me laugh even more.
“You psychotic fucking bitch! Do you think this is funny, do you? You fucking killed my brothers! We gave you everything!”
I cackle a laugh, the sound perfectly mirroring this moment.
“The only thing you gave me Scotty, was fucking trauma. You really think you did anything right by me the entirety of the time you and those cunts you call brothers held me captive? You murdered my parents in front of me all because I told you ‘no’.”
He snarls, getting right in my face.
