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Inside, Tyr howled, roaring into a frenzy. He would not have it. He wasn’t going to let Delilah out of our sight. We would not let her go, no matter how much she begged, no matter how much she wanted to save this human.

She was ours.

If I lost her once before, in some fucking previous life, some damned alternate universe. She was fucking ours now.

Hell would freeze over before I let her out of my sight again.

My mouth twisted into an angry snarl as my body coiled with tension.

Shane let out a curse, pulling Delilah to his side.

I wasn’t worried about him hurting her, and she wasn’t either.

Delilah’s eyes widened, knowing exactly what I was going to do before I executed my attack.

“Mine.” I bared my fangs.

I heard a deep, guttural growl rumble from her chest, and her lips curled back into a feral snarl as her long nails dug into Shane’s wrist where it lay on her throat. Shane hissed when Delilah slit four claws through his skin.

Using my speed, I spun around to see the bastard Chad, who was caught by surprise staring at my cock, swinging his way. I ran forward, laughing to myself, and punched him square in the face before he could open his mouth. His gun went off, barely missing Bram, who was still tied to the chair.

Chad had somehow regained his footing, knocking me in the side of the head with the butt of the gun, which only pissed me off further. It barely knocked me off my balance, and I took three claws and slit his throat.

He dropped the phone so he could grab his throat to stop the bleeding. The gurgles were now just background noise. The blood dripped down his expensive suit and splashed onto the screen.

I twisted my body to help my mate, and a sudden and deafening crack echoed through the room. It filled my ears with a powerful roar that made my blood boil instantly. My mate could be hurt, and I wasn’t going to let the fucker get away with it.

In just three large strides, I arrived at my mate’s side, the cry of mercy that followed sent an icy thrill down my spine. It wasn’t from my mate’s lips but from our enemy, and I smiled wickedly, my eyes widening in both shock and awe.

My mate was hovering over Shane, a worthless half-breed vampire who lay sprawled on the floor, staring up at his now ex-wife. The air around us was thick with death, and the floor was covered with an infinite sea of black blood.

Shane’s hand was outstretched, struggling to reach Delilah’s cheek, who kept her body at arm’s length, besides the one arm that was deep within his chest. The smell of his rancid blood made me gag, and I wanted nothing more than to finish off the bastard myself.

His life force waned, the faint thud of his heart barely audible in his chest.

Delilah didn’t move her face, giving me a side eye, waiting for me to watch.

Blood trickled down her cheek as she waited.

I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to watch. This was her kill, this was her closure. But in a sick twisted way, I fucking enjoyed it. It would be a big damned lie if I said it didn’t turn me on to see my mate elbow deep in the fucker’s chest. To watch my little ray of sunshine extinguishing the light of some asshole was hot as hell.

“But I wanted to kill him,” Tyr pouted, sitting on his hind legs. “All these were so quick. I wanted to try some of Grim’s sweet torture moves.”

I crossed my arms, feeling a sense of pride and admiration as I watched my mate. “That is what is so great about being in the supernatural world. She can pull out his heart, but…we can put it back inside and reanimate him later.”

Tyr salivated, nodding eagerly, forgetting that little notion as she ripped the remaining veins and arteries that connected his heart to his body.

Chapter Forty

Delilah

Hisskinyieldedeasilyto the sharpness of my claws, slicing through it like butter. With a single motion, they effortlessly slid through the meat and tendon. My senses were heightened. I could smell the marrow buried deep inside his body, the metallic scent singed my nose, and his screams pierced my ears.

My wolf toned down my senses, almost knowing it was all too much to bear. She muted his screams, filtering out the metallic smells that made me sick. Unfortunately, the sight could not be taken away.

The blood and gore would haunt my dreams until the end of my life.

Blood pooled beneath Shane as I overpowered him with my strength. I’d never been able to push him off me. Not on our wedding night, not in my youth. He was a lean, muscular male that could easily overpower the non-athletic me. But now?

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