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Flynn grinned. “When you’ve finally got us all to yourself?”
My pulse picked up as I saw the malice dancing in his eyes.
Despair rose in my chest like vomit, but I shoved back my tears.
I’d… I’d misread everything.
Again. Over and over again, I didn’t know how to translate this world I’d fled to beyond the Estate.
They can’t discover you’re their mate.That warning was sure, despite every misdirected instinct that had led me here.
If they knew, it would be worse. I didn’t mean anything to them—not really. This was a game for them. Right now, I could see that.
Ithadto stay that way.
I bit my lip so my chin didn’t quiver as I glanced at last to Gareth, in hopes I might find something on his face in the way of mercy.
I found nothing. He was tense, blue eyes fixed on me with anticipation.
Masks had fallen away for monsters beneath.
My mates…
My scent had always been a secret with sharp edges, ones that had been cutting me open from the inside for so long. And in one moment, it became something completely different. Something precious, something mine.
Something I needed to protect.
“What… what are you going to do?” I dared to ask.
Eric’s voice was low, and full of delight as he offered me his perfect smile that had once tripped me up in its beauty, nowcruel. “We’re going to ruin the Kingsman whore who’s been stalking us all term.” His voice was low and full of delight. “So that no one ever wants her again.”
FIFTEEN
[*] Beginning of serious content trigger
SHATTER
I tried to close my eyes.
I’m here because I want to be.
I’m not afraid.
Fear was my enemy. My scent blockers were strong, but if I was afraid enough, my adrenaline could burn through them.
The hardwood ached beneath my knees, and I came up with a million reasons why that was okay.
It was okay. These were my mates. It was good I was here, even when Eric roughly forced his length down my throat.
I’d arrived at Rookwood Academy at the start of term. I’d found my mates. They were sweet and caring and they wanted me.
I was with them right now.
Eric’s fist wasn’t so painful in my hair.
Flynn was behind me, kneeling too, one hand at my waist, the other constricting my throat.
It was good.
