Page 130 of The Packaged Deal

I turn my head and meet those muddy brown eyes.

“Sven. That Sven cunt. He’s back. How? After all this time, how? How do you know him? How?”

I blink blankly at Trevor, but he doesn’t seem to see me. His face is scrunched up in pure fury.

“Sven?” I whisper, almost to myself.

Trevor reaches out and casually slaps me. The side of my face goes numb. “You tried to escape. I’m going to punish you for that. It’s going to hurt. But, first, I want to make sure you can’t get away from me again. I need you. They said they’d give me more if I gave them something of value, and you’re the something I need. You have to understand. I need this.”

I frown, confused, but the door crashes open behind us. Trevor moves faster than I can react to and hoists me up and against his chest. He backs further into the room.

We step into a sunbeam, and all I see is the dust motes floating around, but then I hear a sound that has me snapping my head to the door.

I know that boot.

Sven.

“I remember you now. George O'Reilly, right? You’re that little prick who killed my pack. You look different from the last time I saw you. Bleeding out on your mother’s lawn. I’ve regretted saving your life every day since it happened,” Sven speaks with a coldness I’ve never, ever heard come out of him.

Trevor sneers.

“It took me a while to find you. Well done to you. Nice work covering up who you are.” Sven paces towards us, and Trevor steps back, allowing me to see my alpha clearly. “But the jealous, greedy filth that you are will always come to the surface like fat in water.”

Fuck, he’s beautiful. My alpha.

“You okay, Jade?” Sven glances at me, just for a second, lingering on some of the marks that are already spreading across my skin.

“Fine. I’m perfectly fine.” Lies. I’m totally not fine.

Trevor tightens his hold on me and shakes me hard. “Shut up.” He looks away from me. “How did you know Jade was mine? How did you find me?”

Sven laughs. “I didn’t. I had no idea. You were just the piece of shit who hurt my omega. Mine, George. Not yours, never, ever yours. But I’m getting sick and tired of you trying to take what’s mine.”

Trevor is breathing hard and fast, and I’m getting concerned now. His erratic behaviour could come out at any moment.

In the window, I spot a figure slipping out from behind the curtain, and then another taller figure.

I avert my eyes at once, lest I give them away.

Trevor grips me tighter and leans down so our faces are pressed together. Cheek-to-cheek. His breath stinks, and though I try to pull away, he holds me still.

“See that man there? He’s the one who beat me almost to death, put me in a hospital, so badly broken they needed to repair my whole face,” Trevor says to me. “That’s the man you love. A guy who beat a kid.”

“You were a year younger than us,” Sven says in a bored tone. “You were a clinger, and you were jealous as fuck. You cut the brakes on the car,” Sven says flatly. “The first thing I did when I got back was check. I was right about you, you little shit. Always following us around. Trying to force yourself into our pack. Jealous and evil.”

I’ve fallen silent, listening in horror to Sven’s venomous words.

“You killed them,” Sven says coldly.

Trevor laughs. “They were just meant to have a minor accident, they weren’t meant to die. But of all of them, you should have been in there. It should have been you!” Trevor hisses.

I struggle, but he clamps down on me again.

Trevor is sweating. He spits a curse and actually spits over my shoulder. I cringe away, but his fingers dig into my ribs and hold me tight.

The smell of wet grass has strengthened, but so has the chemical smell. I gag as it steals my breath.

“Jade is mine.”

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