Page 155 of Queen of Diamonds

She pouted, which was the cutest thing I’d ever seen, even if the look of reproach in her eyes was enough to set me on edge.

Whatever it was, I would fix it.

But her heat-dazed, chestnut eyes were fixed on Zed, not any of us.

“Ah… Fuck.” Zed let out a breath, running his fingers through his hair.

“What?” Kyan asked, accusation in his eyes.

Zed looked between her, and the Alpha still limp in his chains, then sighed. “Fine. Fucking fine.” He turned tail, and before he vanished to his room, I heard him mutter something about, ‘lucky I already sorted the resin’.

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KYAN

This was all seriously fucked up, and also so damned hot. Knight looked ready to blow a fuse when Zed returned with two severed fingers. They were treated and set in resin, and she scrambled toward him, seizing them from him in an instant.

Right.

Those were definitely rose tattoos.

Ha.

What a fucking gift.

She set them carefully down on either side of Ace, the most content sound rising in her chest as she stepped back to examine it.

“There you go, Baby,” Zed breathed, dragging her close. “I broke my rule for you.”

I grinned.

Now. Now we were really set.

Pillows and blankets, check.

The scents of her pack, check.

A pool of dying rose petals and thorns, check.

The drugged body of her enemy, chained to the wall, check.

And the last touch, dismembered fingers: Zed’s gift to her.

I glanced at Knight with a grin. Pear grove was a nice scent and definitely shouldn’t be able to give off violence, but I had the distinct impression that he was ready to take both me and Zed out back and finish us off for encouraging this behaviour.

How was he so goddamned sane?

He’d been raised Brotherhood, just like the rest of us. And her heat hormones were like a drug. She was my girl, and if this is what she wanted, who were we to argue?

She turned to me, pupils blown, lips parted. Now everything was in place, I could practically see the heat sweep her away.

Wave number two.

My brain lagged.

Glade didn’t want to leave the new nest, and I didn’t have a problem with that at all.

Apparently, screwing our Omega in front of an out-of-pack Alpha wasn’t Knight’s thing, and that was fine.

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