Page 80 of Knotted By the Demon

“Outside, brother,” I snarled, the single word drenched in venom. I didn’t want Greek to hear what this bastard had to say.

Lucius cocked his head, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “Let’s settle this here. I’ll make it quick—kill you, fuck your alpha, then kill her too. Finally, I’ll drag your precious little omega back to my pack. They’ll love breaking him.”

I roared, the sound tearing from deep within, primal and feral. My vision tunneled, narrowing on the bastard who had haunted my life for too long. I lunged low, aiming for his ribs, but Lucius anticipated it, sidestepping with a fluidity that only made my rage burn hotter. His fist came up, catching my jaw with a sharp crack that sent my head snapping back.

“You’ve gotten soft,” he sneered, circling me like a predator sizing up wounded prey.

“You’ve gotten cocky,” I snarled, feinting left before landing a solid punch to his stomach.

He grunted, stumbling back, but recovered quickly, his lips pulling into a snarl. The fight was raw, brutal. No finesse, no rules—just years of hate and pain exploding in a storm of fists and blood.

Lucius was fast, his movements precise and calculated, but I was relentless. Plus, I had people I loved to protect. There was no greater motivation than that. Every strike he landed fueled my fury. Every taunt sharpened my focus.

“You think killing Father made you strong?” he spat, slamming his shoulder into my chest. I staggered back, my breath hitching as the air rushed from my lungs.

“It made me free,” I snarled, ducking under his next swing and driving my fist into his ribs.

Lucius laughed, the sound bitter and grating. “You call this freedom? Hiding in a cabin with your little playthings? You’re a joke, Demon.”

I didn’t answer. Words wouldn’t end this. He lunged, his knife flashing in the moonlight, but I caught his wrist, twisting it until the blade clattered to the ground. His knee came up, slamming into my side, and I felt the sharp crack of a rib giving way. Pain flared, but I didn’t falter. I drove my elbow into his jaw, the impact jarring us both. Blood spattered as he stumbled, his hand flying to his face.

“You think you can lead?” I growled, my voice low and guttural. “You’re weak. A coward hiding behind a pack that doesn’t even want you.”

Lucius’s snarl was pure rage as he lunged again, his fists a flurry of motion. We collided, grappling, each trying to gain the upper hand.

His teeth bared as he hissed, “They’ll accept me when I bring them your head.”

I caught his wrist again, forcing him back as we struggled. My strength was waning, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.

And then Greek’s voice rang out, “Demon!”

I glanced over, and something glinted in the light. A knife. He tossed it, the blade spinning through the air, and I caught it without hesitation. Lucius saw it too late. With a roar, I plunged the blade into his chest, the steel sinking deep. His eyes widened, shock and fury flickering across his face as he stumbled back, clutching at the hilt.

“You’ll never touch them,” I growled, my voice trembling with rage and exhaustion. “Never.”

Lucius dropped to his knees, his breath ragged. He tried to speak, but the words died on his lips. And then he fell, his body crumpling to the floor. I stood there, my chest heaving, blood dripping from my knuckles. The world felt silent, the weight of the fight pressing down on me.

“It’s over,” I said, my voice rough, barely more than a whisper.

My mates rushed to me. I groaned as I held them close, my body battered. Apparently, Nathan’s brass knuckles had been spiked. They’d done a little more damage than I’d thought. My mates rushed to check my wounds.

This was the first time I’d ever had anyone care for me after a fight. Though I allowed them to help and bandage me up, I remained alert in case anyone else showed up. Once I was bandaged, I searched the bodies, gathering up their phones. It was in Natalie’s pocket that I found a needle.

Scent muter.It’s why their scents had been so faint, too faint to smell from afar. That angered me even more. But I told myself it was over. My mates were safe. I was safe. Our enemies were dead. That was all that mattered. Sofia and Greek came to stand before me, their eyes on mine.

“The property value of our cabin has dropped drastically. I think this is a sign that we need to start over,” Sofia said. “Somewhere new. Somewhere safe. No more hiding in cabins. Let’s live out loud. Let’s live in full.”

I nodded. With my past now behind me, I was more than ready to embrace the future with my bond mates. First, I needed to shower. All three of us did. We’d shower, we’d clean house and get rid of bodies, then we’d move on from this place.

We’d find a new home and start our forever together.

Happy. Safe. And Loved.

EPILOGUE

GREEK

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