Page 106 of Second Chance Mates

My attention turns towards Lucien, who is watching us intently. Kayden holds him back as I bring the knife to his forehead and begin spelling out my next word–BITCH. Each letter releases endorphins in my brain, but it doesn’t make what they did any better. I can only make them suffer and bring Ava justice.

Lucien growls but grits his teeth when I finish. Kayden stands beside me once more and smirks at the word. “Yeah, our bitch,” he snickers. “You belong to us, and you’re going to beg for mercy.”

“All this over a girl?” Damon bellows and tugs on his chains.

I shake my head and stroll towards him, letting the edge of the knife trail carelessly across his jaw. He freezes when he notices I barely have a grip on the handle, and a trickle of sweat rolls down his temple.

“A girl?” I repeat ominously. “Do you mean my Luna?”

Lucien glances at me, but I don’t take my eyes off Damon. The knife nips at his skin, bringing beads of blood to the surface. “Women are nothing,” he bites shakily. “Women make men weaker.”

“No.” I release a chuckle that’s void of any humour. “In fact, they make us stronger. It’s you that is pathetic and weak. To abuse women for your own sick, twisted fantasies—I think that proves a lot about your bruised masculinity.”

Damon’s eyes glow with rage, but when he jolts forward, the knife slices into his face. He howls in agony as he tugs back, a flap of skin now dangling over his stubbled jaw. “You motherfucker.”

I fake a yawn. “I’m tired of hearing your bullshit.”

Kayden moves past me, and I meet him at the metal table. I grab onto the mouth clamp and position it between Damon’s lips. He attempts to struggle, but his strength has nothing on mine. Once his lips are spread, all his muffled words are inaudible.

I release a breath. “That’s better. Be prepared for when I cut it out later.”

Damon attempts to spit at me, and I shake my head in disgust.

Kayden grabs a set of pliers and craftily twirls them in his hands. “I think it’s my turn.”

I stand back and let him have his fun. Damon shakes his head in protest as Kayden latches the pliers onto his bottom teeth. His tongue attempts to push him off, but Kayden tuts and stares up at him. “You’re only making this worse, cunt.”

Kayden’s forearm tenses, and he grabs Damon’s face for leverage before pulling out one of his teeth. A deafening scream erupts into the cellar around us. “Oh, quit whining,” Kayden grumbles with an eye-roll. “Fucking baby.”

My eyes take in the sight of Damon’s tooth falling to the floor beside his feet and more blood trailing off his chin onto his bare chest. “Ahh,” Kayden grimaces as he inspects his mouth. “You really need to floss better. Your teeth are nasty.”

He wastes no time in latching onto another tooth and ripping it from his gums. He screams louder than the first time.

As Kayden takes care of Damon, I walk towards Lucien with a screwdriver. He stalks my every move with his dark eyes as screams of desperation echo around us. I suck in a breath and study the word on his forehead, thinking how happy I am that his body will not be able to heal, thanks to the silver wrapping around his body.

My fist pulls back, and I slam it into his ribs. He attempts to fold himself in half, but he can’t. A groan erupts instead, and he curses quietly. “The more I look at you,” I say through clenched teeth. “The deadlier my imagination becomes.”

Lucien takes a moment to recover before coughing. “I-I didn’t feel anything for her.”

“I know you didn’t, you son of a bitch.”

I stab the screwdriver through his shoulder without a second thought. “Ahhhh,” he bellows as I rip it from his flesh. “Fuck you.”

“Did you think you would get away with every vile action you committed?”

“Yes,” he hisses. “That’s why we did it.”

My head shakes once. “Not anymore,” I mumble before replicating the same puncture but through the opposite shoulder. “You’ll never hurt her again. She was meant to be your mate. How could you treat someone like that?”

Something waivers in his expression, and I pull the screwdriver from his arm. His head throws back as blood trickles down his skin. “W-when I saw her,” he groans. “I didn’t feel anything.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Damon’s screams heighten as I hear Kayden’s morbid laugh.

Lucien’s wrists tug against the chains. “The bond, it–”

“It what?”

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