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Anger rushes over me, and I grab the front of Winston’s hospital gown and yank him, growling in his face, baring my teeth. He jerks his head forward, smashing his forehead to mine. Stars pepper my vision, but I don’t let go. I lose myself to my rage, placing my fingers around his throat. I squeeze as hard as I can, wanting nothing more than to show him who the true alpha is. I desperately need to force him into submission.
“Wilder, stop! You’re killing him!” Aunt Melina grabs my arms, trying to overpower me.
I ignore her and don’t stop.
I need to do more than put my father in his place.
I need to kill him.
I will kill him.
I stare into his eyes as his face turns red and his body slumps back. I’ve never wanted so badly in my life to watch someone die.
Who knew this would be so satisfying?
Revenge is sweet, but justice is sweeter.
King Winston will never hold power again.
Chapter five
Desmond
Alpha Control
IswearIcan’tleave my brothers alone for even a fucking couple of minutes before they let their oncoming rut get to them. I don’t even think they realize it yet. Kinsey grows closer and closer to her heat, and it really messes with my brothers.
I’m glad that I didn’t go with the others on their trip to the city, because Wilder will kill our father if I don’t stop him.
A part of me wants to let him.
Actually, all of me wants to just cheer him on.
“Wilder, stop! Stop!” Glass shatters, and my aunt screams.
Jude rushes down the hallway leading from the kitchen, seeking out the glass shattering sounds and his mother’s screams. My stomach twists. Wilder would never hurt our aunt, but the blood-curdling pitch of her voice tightens my chest. Jude beats me to the door and throws it open. Blood is spattered across the floor and wall, marring the pristine white of the medical room. Aunt Melina cowers in the corner, behind the hospital bed, covering her eyes with her hands. Wilder shifts on the floor with a groan. Pieces of a vase scattered around him, the gash on his head pouring blood down his neck. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck?
“Goddamn it! What happened?” I ask, nearly slipping on the bloody floor.
“Your brother was trying to kill me!” King Winston clutches a blade, throwing it at Wilder hard enough to sink it into his arm.
I lunge forward, tackling Wilder. “Check the fucker for any other weapons!” I shout to Jude. The bastard took Wilder’s knife. He’s obviously feeling fucking better.
Wilder thrashes beneath me, fighting against my hold. Jude joins me, and together we drag him out of the room to put space between him and our father. Aunt Melina follows us, shutting the door and resting her back to it. Two of my teenage cousins peek from the staircase landing, concern lining their faces.
I manage to pin Wilder with my hand to his throat. “You’re scaring the kids. Knock this shit off now.”
Wilder stops struggling and glares at me. Just when I think he’s about to submit, he breaks his hold and punches me in the face, knocking me off him. He flips onto me and shoves his palms to my chest.
“Don’t you ever fucking try to dominate me in front of our pack again.” Wilder leans in, his eyes dark with his anger. “I’m your alpha.”
His words shock a wave of anger inside me. I knew it. I fucking knew it. My brothers told me time and time again that I’m their equal, but this proves that I’m not. I will always be a beta and beneath them in their eyes.
“Screw you, Wilder!” I sucker punch him in the throat, knocking him off me. I grind my teeth and push to my feet. “We were supposed to be in this together. We were equals. But obviously, you can’t stand the idea of someone else taking control when you are clearly incapable of it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that Father was commanding you. Now go fuck yourself.”
I flick my gaze to Aunt Melina and Jude, but I don’t say anything to them. Aunt Melina doesn’t look injured, only scared. And despite our father’s attack, he’s not going anywhere. He can barely get out of bed. He just needs to be alone.
“Desmond, wait. Wait, I’m sorry.” Wilder struggles to get to his feet, his voice hoarse and his eyes shifting as if he might be dizzy. And maybe he is after getting clocked over the head with a vase.
