Page 20 of Mercy & Her Devils

Fletcher’s gaze snaps to me, and all warmth has fled his expression.

He looks predatory and deadly.

He marches across the room, just as I turn and scramble toward the door. But even as I grasp for the doorknob, it’s too late.

I kick and scream, flailing. Fletcher drags me back into his arms, shushing me.

Fletcher rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck, why do I have to love you?” Then his gaze becomes steely. “I need to sever our ties. This is the only way to save my reputation and your life. It’ll hurt, and I’m truly sorry about that. But at least afterwards, you won’t be alone.”

“I don’t understand.” I’m drawing in desperate, gulps of air.

Yet I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

Fletcher pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, baring my neck. “I break our bond.”

He’s using his Alpha voice. It’s the same one that’s used in an Alpha command and calls to me on a deep, biological level.

“No,” I scream.

I try to wrench out of his arms but suddenly, my muscles are weak.

I’m exhausted.

I feel like my bones have been ground to dust. My blood is boiling. A thousand knives are slicing through me.

Fletcher lowers his mouth to my neck and bites into the bond mark.

I scream.

A bond mark is the most sensitive place on an Omega’s body. Fletcher is savagely tearing apart our connection at a Soul deep level.

It’s brutal and agonizing.

My heart feels like it’s being torn apart. Flames surge through my chest.

This new fire is burning me to ash.

My mind as much as my body feels like it’s shutting down.

Am I falling into a coma? Am I going to die?

Numbly, I think I’m going into shock.

I can’t feel Fletcher’s emotions or needs any more.

I can’t feel anything.

“Alpha,” I mouth. “Alpha…”

Except, I don’t have an Alpha anymore.

I’m rejected.

Packless.

Broken.

Fletcher pulls his mouth back from my neck.

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