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My knife dug in—his thigh this time. His face was thoroughly fucked up.
“Which do you prefer?” Ebony asked him. “The women you pick up at the bars, or the omegas who can’t fight back?”
He didn’t reply, panting in agony.
I twisted the knife to elicit a howl. My stomach’s flips of discomfort were gone. Instead I felt an echo of what Ebony did.
My instincts were on overdrive.
He’d hurt her.
Hurt others like her—omegas. Aviolationof what we were.
“Answer him,” I twisted the knife again.
He just shook his head, sobbing. Tears curdled with blood on his cheeks from the cuts I’d made.
After a long time of carving flesh from bone, I felt satisfied. The pitiful groans were unending now. He was still awake.
Last night I’d been serenaded by Vex in Ebony’s bed. Tonight, I got this.
Not bad at all.
“Almost done?” Ebony asked. I could feel his peaking excitement through the bond. He was on a rollercoaster of emotions that were usually so rare for him.
“Not yet.”
He got up from the armchair (now with its own tarp) and took a breath, eyes scanning my work. I could feel a little appreciation from him through the bond.
“I didn’t think you’d be so… into it.” He crossed toward me. “Finally doing something of value.”
“Get fucked.” I turned on him as I ripped the knife out of Wheatgrass’s thigh and jabbed it in his direction. “You need me. I’m valuable—not just to the pack, but toyou, specifically.”
“I don’tneedyou,” Ebony scoffed.
“You know what?” I asked. “People like Drake, because he’s shy and all emo and shit. Love’s a pillar—and he can be pretty funny in his roles. But I’m the flavour. You don’t think people are going to get sick of the same old Ebony Starless villains, eventually? I’m the spice rack—I make your bland old chicken villain seem like something new every time.”
His expression tightened. “I’m not chicken.”
“You’re good chicken, if that makes you feel better.”
“I’mnotchicken.”
“Youneedme. Why do you think they always cast me in so many scenes with you?”
“Because Love likes to make me suffer.”
I grinned, jamming the knife into Wheatgrass’s stomach to a low groan. “Bet you the next solo spotlight, Love’s never asked for that in his life.”
“Watch where you’re sticking that,” Ebony snarled. “You’ll kill him before I get a turn.”
I left the knife buried in his gut and got to my feet.
“Fine. I think I’m done.”
Once again, his eyes swept across the scene, taking it all in. Enjoying it. Then he crouched down, fisting the whimpering alphas hair and examining my work.
“You know what?” He said, turning his gaze on me as I sat down in the armchair. “Maybe you aren’t as bad as I thought.”
