Cass looms over him, breathing steadily, eyes cold. “You motherfucker.”
Ken spits a mouthful of blood onto the dusty ground, his eyes narrowing as he tries to regain his composure. "I don'tknow what your problem is," he snarls, as he pushes himself up, using the truck's tailgate for support. "But you just made a huge mistake."
Cass doesn't say anything. He watches him, his posture deceptively calm.
It's more terrifying than if he were yelling.
"Is this abouther? Isn’t it?" Ken scoffs, a nasty, knowing smirk twisting his lips. "Let me guess. Tansy sent you? Crying her little eyes out, spinning some new tale for attention?" He shakes his head, a look of profound disgust on his face. "She always was a pathetic little liar. Always looking for a way to be the center of the universe. You're a fool if you believe a word that comes out of her mouth."
Cold, controlled fury flickers in Cass’s eyes, replaced by something hotter, something absolute. He takes a step forward, his limp barely visible. I’m sure it’s the adrenaline.
"She's not a liar," Cass says, his voice dangerously quiet. "And you're not going to talk about her anymore."
"Or what?" Ken challenges, puffing out his chest. He thinks he's still in control. He thinks this is a negotiation, another manipulation. "You'll hit me again? Go ahead. See what it gets you. I've been dealing with hysterical omegas and their sycophants my whole life. You're nothing new."
Something in me snaps tight enough to hurt.
Every instinct I have is screaming to crack his skull open, to put him down hard and fast and permanently.
But I can’t.
Not without Cass’s say-so.
“Get the fuck off my property,” Ken snarls, wiping at his bloody nose with the back of his hand. “Before I kick your ass.”
Cass’s hands fly out, grabbing Ken by the front of his flannel shirt, his fist bunching the fabric, then he yankshim away from the truck. Ken stumbles, his smirk fading as he's forced to move.
"You touched her," Cass says, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "You touched alittle girl."
Ken's face pales, the smug look finally cracking. "I never touched her. She's lying!"
"Lying?" Cass repeats, and then he's dragging the older alpha, not toward the truck, but toward the crumbling concrete silo that looms over us like a tombstone. "She was a child, you piece of shit. Your own fucking daughter!"
"She's a lying whore!" Ken screams, finally losing his composure, thrashing in Cass's grip. "She wanted it! She was always asking for it, prancing around in those little shorts!"
That's it. That's the end.
The last thread of Cass's control snaps. I see it in his eyes, a complete and total surrender to his rage. He slams Ken against the silo, the impact knocking the air from the older alpha’s lungs.
For a second, Ken is dazed, but then survival instincts kick in.
His arms flail wildly, and he manages to land a few desperate punches to Cass's face. One catches Cass's cheek, another his jaw. But my pack alpha doesn’t even react.
A thrill pumps through my veins, sharp and electric as I watch my packmate give Tansy the sweet justice she deserves.
"You are so fucking pathetic." Cass slams Ken's head against the silo again, punctuating each word. “You are a coward who preys on children.” Slam. “Did you feel big when you touched her?” Slam. “Did it make you feel powerful?” Slam.
He laughs, a harsh, humorless sound. “You're nothing.”He jerks Ken’s upper body to him, snarling in his face. “You're less than nothing. And I'm going to wipe you off the face of this earth like the stain you are.”
Then he bashes Ken's head against the silo again.
The sound is a wet, crunchy thud, followed by a horrible, gurgling noise from Ken's throat. He looks cross-eyed, his arms trying to push Cass away, but it's like they won't work anymore, his muscles disconnected from his brain.
“St…op.” Ken mumbles, the word thick and slurred.
Cass leans in, his lips brushing against Ken's bloody ear. "But you asked for this," he whispers.
And then my powerful alpha kills the fucker.
