Sneed sniffs the air, and then his face wrinkles.
“Cinnamon and peppercorn?” He growls. “You are sunshine and lemons! You are an omega! You are not—”
“Wrong,” I tell him as I press hard against his wrists until I hear the crunch of bone, followed by his scream. He thrusts his cock in the air and squirms, trying to throw me off. And then I feel familiar hands on mine. I look up to see Emmett on the ground. He slides my hands off of Sneed’s broken wrists, his green gaze holding mine with promise. I look at where he holds Sneed, and I feel Gage behind me, his scent thick like a fog. One look over my shoulder, and I see him and Diego flanking my rear, grasping Sneed’s ankles. I watch as Gage twists one, snapping the thing with his bare hands.
God, that’s hot.
“La muerteis too good for you, Sneed.”
“Let me go, you—”
I rake my hands down his chest, nails digging into his putrid skin. He screams as I leave bloody trails, and then I see the glint of something silver. A knife. I don’t think twice. I reach one hand for it and slide it up to his throat.
“You will never be free again, Sneed,” I hiss. I press the blade against his throat. He spits at me. Laughs at me.
“You think you can hold me down, five-seven-six? Hmm? Think your alphas are so strong?”
He lunges forward, bucking me off of him, and my back hits the hard floor. Emmet and the others rush to pull him off of me, but he covers me with his heavy frame. Adrenaline and drugs must be to blame for Sneed’s sudden burst of strength. I can barely breathe under his weight, and once again my vision goes white. He thrusts himself against me, and his hands try like hell to tear off my tactical pants, and I kick at him with all my might.
We roll around on the floor, punching, kicking, and scraping as our growls echo in the room, and he knocks the knife out of my hand. I scramble to get it, my fingers making deft work, and I spin on my heels and strike him right in the jugular. Sneed screams, reaching for the blade wedged in his neck. He pulls it out, and blood spills like a geyser. He presses his hand over it, but the blood coats his hand, his arm, and he staggers.
I force him back against the wall, rip the blade from his hands, and stab him in the chest, right at the spot that looks fresh. Where he tore his tracker out. He screams as I wedge the knife deeper and slice down his chest. A fresh wave of adrenaline fuels me. And rage.
So much fucking rage.
“That one’s for my baby,” I snarl. I pull the knife out, and his blood spills all over my arms. I can see his insides in the sliver of a crack down his abdomen. I drag the tip of my bloodied knife over his stolen ring of skin and scrape beneath the stitches, plucking it off as he mewls and writhes beneath me.
“That’s for my mate,” I snarl, growling at him with a ferocity I’ve never truly known until this moment.
Blood covers us both now, but I have one more score to settle.
Mine.
I grab his flaccid, bleeding cock in my free hand, and he laughs. He thrusts his limp dick at me, growling like helikesit.
He won’t when I’m done, that’s for sure.
I bring my knife to his slit and press it inside until I hear him scream and Diego curse.
And then I slide the knife up and split his head, and I don’t stop there. I slice all the way up until his cock is butterflied, and he can’t breathe from the pain.
“And this one is for what you did to me.”
He chokes as blood spurts from his neck, his chest, and his cock. His blood bathes me like rain, and I know it won’t be long before he ceases his feeble existence.
“Auryn…”
One voice cuts through the impeccable silence. Emmett.
I blink, realizing I must have zoned out, because Sneed is heavy against my palm, his eyes vacant and black. I take one step back, and he falls to the floor like a crumpled piece of paper.
I drop my knife, and immediately I feel the rush. Arms pull me in every which way. Warm scents of cherry and peppers and bourbon assault me, and I close my eyes, breathing them in like air.
I trace my fingers on the back of someone’s hand and just breathe.
He can’t hurt us anymore, little one. He’s gone for good.
Licking my lips, I taste the faint metallicness of blood. My heart is racing, my body is spent, and I feel like I could pass out and sleep for days. I open my eyes to see the knotless alphas on the ground. They aren’t alphas I recognize. I cock my head to the side as I realize they are smaller than the average alpha. And they are…
