Chapter 11
Theron stood in the doorway, staring at Sylvae with a cruel smile, his voice like shards of ice: “Just told you to stay away from Delilah, and you immediately have her snatched? Can’t help yourself, right? What kind of sick shit are you pulling now?”
Sylvae looked up. genuine confusion flashing in her eyes. Before she could say a word, Theron’s guards moved in.
One grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her down hard.
Sylvae’s knees cracked against the floor, the impact draining all color from her face.
“Theron!” Sylvae stared at him in shock. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
Theron looked down at her coldly.
He gestured to his men: “Put her in the car.”
The guards hauled Sylvae up like she weighed nothing, ignoring her struggles as they dragged her to the black car outside.
The second the door slammed, a chloroform-soaked rag clamped over her face.
sylvae’s eyes went wide with terror. She fought for maybe ten seconds before everything went black.
When she woke up, every inch of her body screamed with pain.
he was crammed inside a rough burlap sack, unable to move or stretch.
Then someone grabbed the sack and hurled her to the ground like trash.
ler shoulder slammed into concrete, white-hot agony shooting through her arm-definitely something broken.
Mmph…” She tried to scream, but duct tape sealed her mouth, turning it into a pathetic whimper.
One for one. Give Delilah back.” Theron’s voice came from outside the sack.
So the rumors are true-Alpha Ashgrave’s completely whipped for that little Omega,” a gravelly voice sneered. “Since you don’t give a damn about your Luna nyway, how about stabbing her? Show us what pack loyalty really means.”
heron was quiet for a long moment, then said flatly: “The money’s not enough?”
Money?” The voice laughed harshly. “We’re not here for your cash, Alpha.”
Footsteps echoed from the shadows.
low, mocking applause filled the air as Rowan Draymoor emerged with that sick grin of his. “Well, well, well. Alpha Ashgrave. Long time no see~”
Theron’s expression turned murderous. “Rowan. Should’ve fucking known.”
Rowan shrugged like they were discussing the weather. “Your ‘perfect Luna’ ruined my last setup. Now I just want you to carve her up a little. Seems fair.”
What setup?” Theron’s jaw tightened.
Rowan’s smile turned predatory as he leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper: “Oh, you didn’t know my plan…”
His phone rang, cutting through the tension. He glanced at it and hit speaker.
“Rowan, you coming or what? We’ve been waiting forever…”
“Yeah, I’m almost done here.” Rowan stepped back with fake disappointment. “You heard that, Alpha. My men are waiting, so make this quick-either you stab your precious Luna, or…”
He paused, his grin turning vicious. “Well, nobody’s leaving.”
The warehouse went dead silent.
Theron stared down at the sack, something complicated flickering behind his eyes.
After what felt like forever, he took the knife Rowan held out, his voice barely audible: Tine.”
He walked over and crouched beside the sack, the blade hovering over the rough fabric.
Sylvae must have sensed what was coming because she started thrashing wildly, her muffled sobs barely audible through the tape.
Theron’s hand shook for just a second. Then his face went stone cold.
The knife punched through the burlap without hesitation-
Thunk.”
Blood spread across the fabric immediately. Sylvae’s body jerked once, then went completely still.
Fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” Rowan laughed and slapped Theron’s back. “Knew you had it in you! But…”
lis tone shifted, eyes going dead. “You made me wait, so there’s interest to pay. Either you put a blade in Delilah, or your mate gets three more holes.”
heron’s face went black with rage. “Don’t push me, Rowan, you psychotic fuck!”
owan remained unmoved, leaning lazily against the wall. “Clock’s ticking, Alpha. Choose.”
heron’s hands clenched into fists.
inally, he sucked in a breath and drove the bloody knife into the sack again.
nce…
wice…
hree times…
heron squeezed his eyes shut, his voice cracking: “Syrae
I’m sorry.”
