I sneer at him, “I think the fuck I wont, Scott.”
He goes to mutter something else but he doesn’t. Because his face starts to turn blue.
“See, the last time I poisoned you, I was too light on with my measurements. This time though, I decided to get a little…” I watch as it finally hits Scott that he is going to die while I mull over my next words, “Creative. See, Wolfsbane is incredibly toxic on its own when given the right dosage. When mixed with cyanide…” I chuckle not even needing to finish my sentence as Scott slumps back in his chair. His body convulses, foam dribbling from his open mouth.
It seems I really did learn my lesson from last time.
I couldn’t leave anything to chance.
So as Makari removes Amity from the dining room, leading her to the cars outside where my pack is waiting for us, I pick up a knife from the kitchen bench and slowly begin to walk towards the man that abused me.
It's an odd feeling to feel so elated watching as the man who caused me so much pain writhes in a world of his own causing.
I twirl the knife in my hand; the sharp point digging into the tip of my finger. I hear the front door open again but keep my gaze firmly on the man in front of me.
“How does it feel to know that I finally won? That all of the shit you caused in your miserable life was for nothing. That after today, no one will remember you. No one will mourn you.”
I touch the tip of the knife to his forehead, pushing back his head so his dilated eyes can see me for one last time.
Blood drips down his face, quickly mixing with vomit and foam. It's a sickening sight but a fitting ending for a man that took my innocence for me.
“You lost, Scott. See you in hell, motherfucker,” I say before plunging the kitchen knife directly into his heart.
I remain frozen, watching for what feels like a lifetime as the life drains completely from Scott Andrews’ face.
I wait long enough that my hand cramps where I still have the knife clutched ridiculously tight in my hand.
I step back with a gasp.
Two more steps and I collapse to my knees. A sob wracks me and I break as my pack surrounds me.
I’m free.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Icontinue to cry even as I am lifted from my slumped position on the floor of the cabin. Not even the soothing words of my pack are enough to make me stop.
Now Scott is gone—for good this time—it feels as though I am actually able to grieve.
I get to grieve for the girl whose life was stolen from her. The woman she grew into who had to survive day in and day out. I grieve for my daughter who was forced into this life. I grieve for Makari who shares a similar story.
I grieve for my men who, for the second time, have had to save their Omega from the Andrews pack.
Rearing my head, I control my sobs for a moment as I find Vic. My Alpha looks tired. Black rings circle his eyes that are filled with a mixture of concern and relief.
“It was the Andrews Pack. They are the ones that took Gwen. They…” I pause, fighting through another sob, “they raped her. She fell pregnant and had Makari.”
Vic looks as though he is going to be sick, processing my words. Eventually he nods, even as a lone tear streams down his cheek.
“I had a feeling that they did that to her. When we finally got her body back, the coroner said that there was evidence of a pregnancy in the last few months before her death.”
He shakes his head before looking towards the door, the same one Makari walked out of not that long ago. “We tried to look for him for years but never found anything.”
I nod, snaking my hand up to Vic’s cheek. I wipe away one of his tears and hold him close.
“He has had a really hard life. What the Andrews did to him was unspeakable. But he is a warrior.”
Vic nods, a proud look appearing on his face. “We will protect them.”
