Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Gideon was waiting for him in the night along with Chauvelin, who was holding a cane. Will’s temper rose. If Chauvelin, that little piece of shit, was thinking about hitting him, he had another thing coming.
“If you’re going to live, then you’re going to obey,” Gideon informed him. “I am going to show Maddox how pups should be kept.”
That was convenient, because now Will was going to show him just how wild he truly was. He was no pup. He was no dog. He was all wolf, and unlike Henry, he was not bound by blackmail.
“You will perform ceremonial roles in my court,” Gideon said. “Both you and the alpha over there have a certain rough appeal and having you in my possession is a triumph I intend to enjoy. But you will be obedient. You will follow orders as they are given.”
“Get fucked,” Will said. Behind him, Henry rolled his eyes.
“A few words of warning, though you will undoubtedly not listen to even one of them. You are used to Maddox. He loves you. And though I am certain he has hurt you, he would never harm you the way we will if you make yourself a nuisance. Now. Bend for the cane. Your punishment begins.”
“My punishment for fucking what?”
“Disobedience, disrespect, insolence. Pick a word. You know what you are.”
Chauvelin took a step toward him with the cane. Will laughed.
“If you want to hurt me, you’re going to have to find someone else,” he smirked. “I killed that loser once, and I’ll do it again.”
“Loser? You’re the one who has lost, wolf,” Chauvelin smirked. “You’ll bend for my cane, and you’ll feel the pain of…”
“Fuck off,” Will said, bored. He had his eye on Raymond, who was more of a threat. Bigger, blonder, prettier, and a lot older. It was Chauvelin who closed the distance first, though, and it was Chauvelin who Will decided to kill first. He knew you couldn’t really slay a vampire in the way a human might be ended, but you could hurt them the same way.
Will grabbed Chauvelin easily as soon as the short, bitter vampire came in range and proceeded to break his neck — or tried to. Chauvelin had put on a lot of mass in the last couple of years. He was more wrenched than broken, though the sound his neck made was very satisfying.
A second later, Will was hit by a freight train. Or at least that was what it felt like. Raymond’s elbow and fist did massive damage to Will’s face, followed up by a swift kick to his stomach that sent him to the ground.
Stunned for a second and thoroughly winded, Will gasped before rolling onto his hands and knees, coughing up blood and spitting out a tooth. His nose felt like it had been broken. None of it mattered. Pain did not do to Will what it did to most people. It did not make him weak. It made him stronger.
“That’s what you get,” Chauvelin smirked, raising the cane.
Hell no. Will would never allow himself to be beaten by that weasel. He tackled Chauvelin and brought him to the ground in a move nobody seemed to anticipate, least of all Chauvelin.
Will couldn’t kill him, but he could hurt him. And though his teeth were not now the brutal canines that slashed flesh and ended the lives of his prey, they still did damage when applied to the neck of the man he had killed once before.
“Get him off! Get him off!” Chauvelin screeched like the little bitch he was.
“Get off,” Raymond laughed, kicking Will hard enough to send him spinning across the open space. “I can break you down all day, pup.”
Will charged Raymond. It did not go well. He found himself flying through the air, spinning uncontrollably until he hit hard concrete, sustaining more damage, losing more blood. The collar around his neck made it impossible to take animal form, but all his feral instincts had risen.
He was not going to give up. He was not going to back down. He didn’t care if he broke every fucking bone in his body, he was going to fight. He rose to his feet, unsteady and with blood dripping into his eyes and from his nose. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to see. But it was not hard to hate.
Chauvelin had scurried away. Good. That left Gideon and Raymond. Gideon was no target. But Raymond was approaching again with the intention of getting him under control.
They’d made a mistake when they let him out of the cage. He was not going to go back in again. He would die on his feet here in this spartan arena rather than be made captive.
Raymond lifted a cane as if to strike him. Will dodged under it, spun to the right and kicked Raymond in the back of the knee, twisting that leg down. Off balance for a moment, Raymond lost his grip of the cane. Will grabbed it and brought it down on the master vampire’s back with all his might, hard enough to shatter it.