Page 137 of Four Masked Wolves


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“Must fight,” one growled, dropping a demon and turning toward me. “Must fight.”

“No,” I said gently, shaking my head. “You don’t need to fight.”

He barreled toward me quickly and seized my throat in his large hand, pulling me into the air. “Must fight.”

While I wanted to kill this fucker right here and right now for touching me, I gently retracted my claws, stared into his angry eyes, and placed my hand on his wrist. “I will not fight you,” I whispered. “I don’t want anyone here to die, except the owner of the estate.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “We must kill everyone, before they kill us.”

“No,” I reassured. “Nobody wants to kill you. I want to free you from his mind control.”

“Free us?” another said, stepping forward, brows furrowed. “From him?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

The Paragonian guards broke into a whisper and stopped showing any sign of aggression toward the wolves and demons. He dropped me from his hold and turned back to the others, as if looking for guidance.

After a couple of moments, the group went silent.

He turned back toward me, his canines lengthening. “We want freedom. Freedom for us and our families.”

“I’ll give you it,” I promised. “But you must let me kill your leader.”

Another flare of whispers, and then he nodded. “Kill him.”

When I turned back around to head toward the children, they were returning toward me with blood dripping down their mouths while dragging a body behind them. They dropped that asshole at my feet, who was drenched in his own blood and piss.

Small bite wounds and claw marks covered his entire body. He scrambled to his knees and immediately collapsed back down on the ground, unable to hold himself up because of what seemed to be blood loss.

“Get up,” I growled.

He tried to stand once more, but fell flat on his stomach.

“Gaian, Darius,” I ordered. “Make him stand.”

My mates shifted back into their human form and hurried over to him, each picking up an arm and lifting him into the air. Fury rushed through my body, completely taking hold of me, like it had the other day when in the prison with one of his guards and Thayer.

My teeth sharpened into fangs. My claws extended from my fingernails. My vision darkened, a black film blocking out everyone who wasn’t this asshole abuser who had ruined my entire childhood.

I lunged forward and slashed my claws across the front of his pants, ripping them off and humiliating thepoor old man. I continued slashing his privates over and over because he deserved it for letting everyone rape me.

Every single one of his shouts, cries, pleas satisfied me.

This was how I had felt every night at his estate, and nobody had come to my rescue. As nobody would come to his either.

When his cries died out, I ripped his dick clean off his body and fed it to him, shoving it deep down his throat and loving the way he choked on it. When the bulge reached the front of his throat, I ripped my claws into his neck and severed his head, watching it fall to the ground in front of us.

It was over.

It was all fucking over.

93

the restoration

sina

“You’re free,”I announced to the group of Paragons who had been under that asshole’s control for far too long. He had used innocent babies to create some of them, and while I had wanted to kill them for it, I had realized that it wasn’t their fault. “You’re all free.”

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