Page 49 of Outcast Island

I’m sure one of my brothers will simply take my father’s place. We can’t stay here and kill them all.

But at least we can take my mother with us when we leave.

“You have tormented this nest for long enough,” I hiss at my father. “The reason I could never perform like you wanted me to was because you lack one simple thing.” I lean in and bite his ear so that his blood drains down his neck. I spit out the vile, bitter taste. “You lack love, father. So now you’re no good to me. All you can do now is die.”

When I lean away, I give Magnus a nod.

And he grips my father’s head with both hands.

And twists.

He doesn’t give my father a swift beheading like he had my brother. Instead he slowly, roughly tears, taking his time ripping his head from his shoulders until his spine cracks off with a violentsnap.

Magnus grips my father’s detached head by the hair, then gathers up the head of Viggo, and rips off Uhtred’s too.

What is he going to do with those?I wonder.

When he approaches me, my heat lingers in my body without an outlet to direct it.

I can see Magnus wants to finish what we started. He’s going to bloodmist us home.

The door bows as vampires beat on it from the other side and growl. My mother impresses me in that she remains stiffly upright.

For once, she’s not going to cower.

“We’re taking my mother,” I tell Magnus.

He doesn’t say anything. He simply nods.

“Hold my arm,” he instructs her.

She glances at me, then shakily does as instructed. He guides her over to me, then I curl myself into his chest.

I close my eyes as he bloodmists us home.

He drops my mother off in the guest quarters where he had gathered me some clothes to wear.

He points at the locked door. “If anyone comes in, you tell them that you’re under Magnus’s protection. Then tell them to come find me.”

She sinks on the edge of her bed and nods.

Then Magnus bloodmists me to his room.

I pant as the heat starts to overtake me, but this time I can allow it to run its course.

I watch as Magnus takes the three heads he has collected and goes to the dresser. He pushes everything off of it, crashing the decor onto the ground.

Then he places each head reverently in place, one by one, until they are all facing the bed.

He peels up their eyelids, and seems to make sure they remain open.

He grins at me with a feral expression when I give him a raised brow. “Consider it an estrus present, Omega. The dead eyes of your enemies will be forced to watch you achieve what they never thought possible.”

I swallow the lump in my throat as my Alpha approaches me, covered in blood, covered in violence and death.

Because he avenged me.

Because he protected me.

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