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“What do you mean?” Liam asks, his expression mirroring my confusion. It is inconceivable to think the king would deceive me or lead me on a wild goose chase.

“I’m saying you didn’t purchase damaged goods. I overheard rumors about how the Lycan king took her under his wing; she remains untainted, I swear it. If she claims otherwise, she must be lying. Inform the king of her purity; I know it to be true! I know better than to steal her purity.” My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Did this man truly believe that the king would stoop so low as to acquire a sex slave? Did he not comprehend that the king possessed the power to have any woman he desired? Truth be told, the king only wants Azalea.

“You know better?” I inquire, my voice laced with incredulity, and he nods seriously, his gaze pleading with me.

What in the world is wrong with this man?I thought my own mind was twisted, but he has taken it to an entirely different level.

“I’m a little confused here. Are you Gannon?” Liam asks, glancing at me. “Because he claims to know better, yet he seems to find rape acceptable,” Liam interjects, his tone heavy with disgust. “Am I understanding correctly?” Liam asks, his brows pinching together, mirroring my confusion.

“What? No, I merely paid for the whore,” he retorts callously, and a surge of anger courses through my veins at his vile words. Without hesitation, my claws slice down his face, cutting through flesh until they reach bone. In one swift motion, I seize his throat, hoisting him up before forcefully slamming him onto the nearby table.

“Please, I beg of you! She’s still pure! I only fucked her ass. Her virginity remains intact. Buyers value that,” he pleads desperately. Every fiber of my being bristles with rage. Liam’s claws sink into his thigh at his words.

My grip tightens around his throat as I growl, “You seem to be gravely mistaken. We couldn’t care less about her virginity; what truly concerns us is whether or not you’ve caused her harm. But please continue talking; you’re only making your demise more excruciating. There are two things we despise with every fiber of our being: rapists and those who harm children. And you, my friend, have committed both of these heinous acts. Now, you shall face the consequences of your crimes with your blood,” Liam snarls menacingly, his claws digging into the man’s thigh as his screams reverberate through the air. With deliberate slowness, Liam withdraws his claws, twisting them as he does so, causing the man’s agonized shrieks to fill the room. Meanwhile, his hands clasp mine, reinforcing my grip around the man’s throat.

“Help me move him, flip him on his stomach,” I tell Liam, who walks off into the freezer. He returns, bringing back the ropes he had tied this scumbag with. We flip onto his stomach before binding his hands and feet to the legs of the table. He thrashes wildly and continues to scream.

Liam starts whistling as he cuts the vile man’s pants off while he cries and begs. Walking into the freezer, I look for a broom,finding one in the back corner by the grate and drain in the floor. Grabbing it, I walk back out to find Doyle crying hysterically and begging Liam to free him.

His words cut off, and his head lifts, his mouth wide open on a silent scream as he gasps when I shoved the broom handle up his ass. His entire body shakes, his legs trembling uncontrollably. Blood trails over the steel table.

“I swear you’re still pure. Anal doesn’t count, right?” I ask him while I walk around the table. I grip his hair, yanking his head back. He pants, eyes wide, and I smile when Liam gives the broom a jiggle, and he makes a pained groan. I drop his head, and Liam walks over to the wall and pulls down a bone saw, chucking it to me. He then unrolls his pouch of knives, selecting one.

“So slice and dice, or will we be more creative today?” Liam asks.

“Please, please, just let me go,” the man begs.

“Don’t cry, beefcakes. Gannon here will make sure we tenderize your rump before we make you eat it. We can stuff it some more,” Liam tells him, slapping his ass. “If you like. I reckon you could take another, pretty loose back there,” Liam adds. The man whimpers and sobs before pissing himself, urine cascading down the sides of the table along with his blood.

“What’s that?” Liam asks when Doyle mumbles something incoherently.

“Think he said he wanted the other broom,” I tell Liam, who smiles sadistically while the man screams and thrashes as much as possible.

Liam comes out with a mop, and I shrug.

“It’s alright, I will spit on it first,” Liam tells him before shoving it up alongside the other one. His screams are music to my ears, ringing out loudly, and making me shiver.

“Now, do you like your meat medium, raw, cooked all the way through? How should we serve it to you?” Liam says, cutting a chunk of his ass cheek off with his knife. The butcher screams wildly, and Igrab my saw before using a rag as a tourniquet. I know he will heal quickly, but the tourniquet will ensure he does before bleeding out. Wrapping it just above the knee, I pull it tight before grabbing my saw, and I start cutting into the back of his knee.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kyson’s refusal to listen only fuels my frustration. He accused me of being unreasonable, insisting Abbie probably just forgot to say it back. But I know Abbie better than anyone else, she always says it back. SheknewI would notice, so her failing to do so was clearly a message to me, something only I would understand. Kyson offered to take me to see her on the weekend, but I can’t bear the thought of waiting that long. Today is Monday, and I am unwilling to endure days of worry. What if she is in danger? He won’t listen.

However, the searing heat coursing through my body leaves me with no choice but to confront the unbearable pain I’m in. It washes over me relentlessly, like a merciless tidal wave, intensifying with each passing wave. I feel crippled by the agony.

“This is absurd, Azalea. You’re in pain. Let me help you,” Kyson snaps, his voice laced with frustration as he reaches out and grips my shoulder, attempting to roll me onto my back.

His touch burns, lust trying to consume me. All I want to do is bathe in his scent, craving his touch and him like he is an antidote tothe crippling agony rushing through my nerve endings and making my entire body burn and ache for him. Sweat glistens on my skin and drenches my hair. My pillow is soaked as I squirm in pain and my core clenches. No matter how I lay, I cannot get comfortable.

His touch scorches my skin, igniting a potent desire within me. All I can think about is immersing myself in his intoxicating scent, craving his touch as if it is the only cure for my agonizing torment. Beads of sweat glisten on my skin, soaking my pillow. I writhe in agony, unable to find any position that offers relief.

“Bring Abbie home,” I snarl, curling up into a ball on my side and turning away from him. My knees press tightly against my chest to alleviate some of the pain, but nothing seems to bring relief. Kyson growls in frustration, but I pay him no mind. My stomach twists with cramps, and his scent continues to drive me to the brink of insanity. I cling to my burning anger, determined not to succumb to instinct until he either sends someone to retrieve her or takes me to her himself.

The bond between us tugs at my chest, refusing to settle, urging me relentlessly toward my mate. It whispers promises of comfort and relief if only I would surrender. Kyson growls, his grip on my shoulder tightening as he forces me onto my back.

I thrash beneath him, desperately trying to resist as he pins me down, his body presses against mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. His hands tingle where they grip my wrists, his very presence is a seductive lure that threatens to consume me. His calling rushes out of him, the deep thrumming of it resonates within his chest, as he tries to coax me into submission.

A moan escapes my lips, swiftly followed by a growl as realization hits me like a lightning strike jolting me. He tears my clothes away with a ferocity that leaves them in tatters, and in response, I sink my teeth into his chest, biting down with all the strength I can muster. Kyson growls fiercely as he slams me back onto the bed, my teeth tearing away from his skin. His canines press againstmy throat, a warning that makes me freeze, my breaths coming in harsh gasps. Anger surges through me at his attempt to force me into submission.

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