Page 3 of Drowned By the Dreadnought

I bolt. The pain shooting through my body is nothing compared to the agony in my soul.

He left me. He hates me. He’ll hurt me.

My protector is gone. I’m truly alone.

I make it three steps before his arms wrap around me from behind. No amount of fighting will loosen his hold around me, but I kick, buck, and scream anyway.

His gigantic palm covers my mouth.

“Shut up, little mouse. I caught you fair and square. You’re mine now,” he growls into my ear.

Tears pour down my face. I can’t stop fighting as he turns to face my father’s approaching guards.

I don’t want to die, but there’s no use lying to myself.

Russt has found me, but he’s no longer the boy of my dreams.

He’s an alpha hell-bent on hurting me.

I’m doomed.

Chapter 2

Russt

I don’t know why the sweet little bitch who haunts my dreams and orchestrates my nightmares is running through the halls soaking wet, but I didn’t earn my title as the most ruthless and cunning alpha in the city by passing up such tantalizing opportunities. I’ll happily change my plans to accommodate whatever temper tantrum brought her crashing into my chest.

Not only is she the most selfish and dramatic person I know, but she’s also the reason my parents are dead. She may not have killed them herself, but her antics convinced her father to murder them.

I hate both her and her father. Neither will survive my wrath. They deserve to suffer.

Her father will die a gruesome, painful death by my hands—the same way my parents died at his—while she’ll pray for death as I toy with her for years to come.

I’d planned to start by ruining her father from the ground up, but I suppose this works, too.

I only caught a glimpse of her before she ran headlong into my chest, but from what I saw, she’s gorgeous. The single snapshot of her rushing toward me with her pale blue eyes and doll-like features fills me with longing. After bouncing off my chest, the shadows obscured her face, but her eyes shone up at me with the same beguiling sweetness from our youth.

She hasn’t changed at all. Hatred swarms through me.

She bites my hand and kicks my shins. I hiss and nip her earlobe.

“Do you really want to play this game, Morwenna?”

She grunts, braces her heels on my thighs, and arches her back, trying to break my grip on her torso. I chuckle and drop one hand between her legs. She clamps her knees together and curls into a ball, pinning my arms between her chest and thighs.

Her wet hair clings to my chin as she releases her bite and shakes her head.

I wedge my fingers deeper between her legs and murmur against her temple.

“That’s a shame. We could have had so much fun.”

She shakes her head harder and sobs into my hand.

Her father’s guards finally clamber through the doorway. I use their momentary blindness to my advantage and kick the first male’s leg. His knee snaps. The man behind him trips over his falling body, and they both tumble to the ground.

I fling my prize over my shoulder and enjoy her struggle as each movement fills my nostrils with the smell of her fear. Her shriek as I slap her ass feeds the hungry beast within my soul.

A third and fourth male skid to a halt, barely stopping their momentum before joining the pile of tangled limbs. I step toward them, gaining their full attention. Their eyes widen as they skim up my frame. Fear fills their faces.

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