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Yeah, I knew I couldn’t actually leave them. It was way too fucking late for that. But I was going to teach them what it felt like to be loved by an omega. Violently. With teeth and claws.

They would learn to relish in the taste of blood the same way I did.

Sliding down the door, I dropped into an exhausted heap on the floor.

I had to establish the rules of this relationship before I forgot what this pain felt like – what the taste of the blood in my mouth was a reminder of.

Biting down on my cheek as hard as I could, blood gushing into my mouth as my bedroom door was torn off its hinges in psychotic desperation, I knew they would never forget this. They would learn.

Power and strength could bring someone to their knees, but so could fear.

Wood splintered and I could hear the second he reached my closet door, faster than any beta or omega could ever be.

Hiding in here wasn’t a long-term solution. All I’d wanted was to make them wonder why I needed a knife where they couldn’t see what I was doing with it. I’d wanted to make them afraid.

Just like I was.

The closet door was ripped open and large hands grabbed me, yanking me up and spinning me around so fast I felt dizzy.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I looked up, realizing it wasn’t Cas snarling down at me, but Liam.

And he was absolutely furious.

CHAPTER 31

Liam

My fingers dug into her biceps as inexplicable rage filled me – eclipsing whatever relief I might feel over finally being in the same room as her. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment I saw red when she picked up that knife.

I’ve never blacked out from rage before either.

But I don’t remember how I got here or who broke down her door. All I could remember was the way the faint sunlight had caught the edge of that blade and then nothing until the moment I ripped open the closet door.

Fury poured off of me in waves as if my scent blockers were completely useless. The scent of my rage permeated the room – so thick everyone would be dead if it were anyone else in here with me.

I couldn’t fucking believe she would do this.

Grabbing her face, I shoved upward, not bothering to be gentle. I couldn’t. I was too fucking angry and scared. The smell of blood was making me lose my goddamn mind. I felt insane. Certifiably fucking insane because I couldn’t figure out where that scent was coming from.

She was wearing scent blockers again and I tore them off, desperately searching her neck for any sign she’d hurt herself.

The scars covered by ink were proof she’d done it before. She’d thought about slitting her own throat more than a few times and those marks were my fault. I couldn’t let her do this again, not when I was finally here to do something about it.

“What exactly were you planning to do in there?” I shoved her head to the other side, still not seeing where the scent of blood was coming from. “Why are you bleeding?”

Cas growled, the sound so low and deep it rattled my bones, but he would have to fucking wait.

Lucy tried to shove me off her and the sensation barely registered. I was so fucking angry I couldn’t feel anything. Couldn’t even breathe.

I’ve never been so scared in my fucking life.

“Just tell me what you were doing,” I snarled, shaking her hard enough she stopped fighting me. “Because I’m pretty fucking sure I told you the last time you did this shit that no one gets to hurt you but me and Cas. Not even you.”

“Were you afraid?” Lucy looked so fucking calm and that only made me angrier.

“Of course I am!” I snapped, furious she would doubt this out of all the things she could ever doubt about me. “I’m always afraid when it comes to you. Fuck Lucy, I’ve been scared every day of my life that you want nothing to do with me. You don’t need to do this shit to make me feel fear.”

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