Page 64 of Hell Bound

Behind me, Deasley scoffed. “Bitch, please. All you do is talk, talk, talk. You’ve tried to take the pack back, and every time, you fail. So how about you have several fucking seats somewhere?”

“Oh, I’ll regain the pack. And when I do, I’ll start with gutting you, useless incubus.”

Despite the blood pounding in my ears, urging me to rip his head off, I heard footsteps following us, Pypentha’s quick steps and a softer pair.

The smell of apple blossoms and vanilla cut through the scent of my sweat and Odragir’s gag-inducing odor.

I forced my shoulders to relax, although I didn’t release Odragir. I didn’t want Lilith to see me as the monster she’d first encountered, the uncontrollable beast, but Odragir was a danger to her.

He had to be neutralized, even if I wanted to avoid that bloodshed in front of her.

Pypentha’s raspy voice joined Deasley’s. “Dotry to take over, Odragir. If by some miracle you defeated Lucifer, you’d have to kill each and every one of us. And then who will you lead? Your two little bitch wolves? What a mighty pack you’ll make.”

Odragir’s eyes flicked to her, then to the queen over my shoulder. I shifted, blocking his sight of her. He didn’t deserve to lay eyes on her.

But he noticed the slight movement and grinned, the expression grotesque on his slowly purpling skin.

“Wolves are easy enough for the king to make. And once he’s replaced your whore with a queen who’s actually worthy to lead, maybe I’ll have him make her one, too.” He snapped his jaws at her, and I felt her take a step back behind me.

“You son of a bitch—”

“Miserable, rejected spawn of a ghost—”

Pypentha and Deasley railed at Odragir, but his stare was all for me.

“Or maybe she’ll become our new favorite chew toy to sharpen our fangs on. Save Asmodeus the trouble of killing her again and again. And you won’t be there to stop it.”

My fist shattered his nose on the first hit, then shoved it back up into his brain on the second.

It wasn’t enough.

I released my hold on his throat and delivered blow after blow to his head and body, but once free of my restraining hand, the bastard was free to fight back.

He lunged at me, teeth bared and covered with the blood that streamed from his nose. A lucky strike when my foot slid on Pypentha’s discarded magazine knocked me off balance.

I went down hard, and Odragir was quick to take advantage.

Pouncing on top of me, he pinned me to the floor and battered my arms and shoulders as I guarded my face. His blood was still running in rivulets down his face and chest, making its way onto me as he hovered above.

Enough.

I bucked him off, intending to roll him over and deliver the same punishment he’d tried to give me, but he was quicker than I’d anticipated.

He was back on his feet and in a defensive crouch before I got the chance to pin him.

Fine.

I let my claws extend fully, the internal hellfire that was always just beneath the skin erupting from my eyes.

“This endsnow.” It came out a twisted growl as the beast inside me roared his agreement.

This ghostly fuck was a danger to our mate. Unacceptable. He would never leave her alone, which left only one option.

Odragir had to die.

Tonight.

Chapter15

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