Page 12 of Florian's Bride


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Panic crosses his face while a sob slips past his lips, and his splayed palms land on the floor, his fingers curling into it as he gasps for breath several times before replying, “I have no idea. He never gave us his name or contacted us afterward.” He winces and cries out when I step on his hand, the cracking sound ringing in the air. “I swear, Florian.”

I sigh, returning to the table and picking up a drill, then turning it on. The trrr sound reverberates through the space as I spin around to face him again, only for him to whisper, “Please, no.”

“A deal is a deal, isn’t it, Alex?”

He groans when I kick his leg as I come back to him, and his eyes focus on the drill while the blood continues to pour from his wound. If I hadn’t coated it in poison earlier, he would have passed out.

The perks of mastering the craft over the years? You tend to learn how to prolong agony in the most vicious way.

I’m about to pull him up by the collar when he whispers, “He said he’d be back.” I still at this, my instincts going on high alert. “He’d be back to claim another firstborn.” Straightening up, I cock my head to the side while pondering his words. “According to him, the Price family should pay for the disrespect they’ve shown.” More fucking annoying coughing follows his confession as coldness and fury envelop me, gliding over my skin akin to a tsunami ready to sweep everything in its wake. “That’s all I know.”

He just confirmed what I knew all along.

A monster lurking in the shadows who waits for the perfect moment to strike still hunts for my family’s misery and hopes to win the next round because everything always worked out according to his plan.

An interesting thing about monsters?

Only their kind has the power to extinguish them, and wouldn’t that be a poetic way to go?

To be killed by the person you turned into a hideous creature.

Because that’s the only reprieve from the nightmares playing in my head over and over again.

“Alex.” I put my foot on his collarbone and wait until our gazes clash. “You’ve proved once again what a spineless coward you are.” Stepping back, I place the drill on the nearest table and grab the whiskey bottle from it, flicking it open. “I always keep my word, though. Your death shall be quicker.” I whistle and take a huge swig from my drink, welcoming the burning sensation in my throat.

Relief, along with happiness, washes over his face. He exhales, closing his eyes, seemingly ready to face his downfall, only to still and snap them open again when someone growls. “Oh, no.” Alex whimpers, his breathing speeding up when the majestic and gorgeous creature steps out from the shadows, green eyes flashing as they zero in on the prey.

He prowls toward us, his paws tapping on the floor while his gray-and-orange fur glistens in the light, showcasing his large size and absolute perfection in its full glory.

His ears twitch a little as he moves closer and circles Alex, who cries harder and pisses his pants, which earns my chuckle. Their pathetic characters will never fail to amuse me.

“No, no, no,” Alex whispers as the creature breathes on him and continues to pace around him until he lands his huge paws on his chest. Looking at me, he opens his muzzle. His sharp teeth greet me, and I wink at him while he huffs, waiting for my command. “Please, Florian.”

Unbelievable.

The piece of shit still hopes for the best and divine intervention to save his ass.

Funny, isn’t it?

We all become powerless sooner or later, and if we aren’t careful enough, we might believe we are invincible…except no one fucking is.

The scars on my body and soul could attest to that.

“Alex, say hi to my wolf.” He whimpers again, pissing his pants some more, and I’ve had enough of this. “Zeus.”

That’s all the command my wolf needs to pounce on Alex, biting into his throat as Alex thrashes and screams.

He has free rein now to play with his prey as much as he wants and feed his own need to destroy.

Although my wolf has standards, so he doesn’t eat their rotten flesh.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket. Keeping my focus on them, I take it out and see a message flashing from Octavius.

Jimena is home.

The forbidden and beautiful siren consuming my every thought is back.

She shouldn’t have come home.

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