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Then I’ll show them I don’t break.

Dominik clicks his forked tongue when I don’t respond. “Take her out.”

Noelle hops, no need for him to bark.

She’s always tortured me for free.

She wrenches me by my—oh fun, there’s a fucking collar around my throat.

But that’s the least of my worries.

Freed from the tiny space, my arms and legs scream. I topple onto my side and refuse to look up. Don’t want to see them staring down all victorious, especially when this picture’s missing pants.

Noelle stomps my forearm. “Darling trash. Think you can steal my sister’s pack?”

I bite back a scream until my jaw clicks.

I shouldn’t say a word.

I should eat this, like I’ve eaten every other shitty thing she’s done.

But…

Dominik’s here, his snake scale scent clogging my throat hard enough to choke.

There’s no more time to bide.

When she stomps again, I roll clumsily out of the way. “Wyverns were never Rachel’s pack.”

She kicks me in the face.

Fucking barefoot.

Toenails rip my cheek.

My head rocks back, and I catch a blurred version of the foot to scalp landscape, featuring zero clothes and Dominik’s gnarly package—twig, berries and swollen purple bole.

I spit blood. “You’re cheating on your mates. You’re the trash.”

“You—”

Dominik’s warning growl cuts her off. “Enough. Noelle is mine, just as you should’ve been the moment you perfumed. We’ll correct that mistake with your heat. Now stay.” His bark’s the last hit I can handle.

My blood freezes, and my muscles obey.

Can’t move.

Can’t even fucking blink.

“Feed her.” Dominik grabs a red silk robe from the bed and struts from the cabin. “Then join me in the kitchen. I want a blowjob and a mimosa while I wait for her to ripen.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Noelle says, all silky and sickening.

When his bare feet pad away, she kicks me again, driving her heel into my shredded elbow.

At least Dominik’s bullshit alpha command keeps me from crying out.

“He’s going to rip you apart.” She pads away while I try not to pass out, and I can hear her rummaging. A clinking glass. When Noelle comes back, she yanks my head back by my hair. “Open wide. It’ll be good practice.”

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