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Chapter 23

Regina

This is it. This is how I’m going to die. I don’t want to die. Maybe the thought passed my mind a few times, but that was before I met Snow. Before I realized I had something to live for,someoneto live for.

The king’s grip on my hair is painful, my scalp burning as he yanks my head where he wants me. I watch as that man Max throws Snow over his shoulder and takes off into the trees. I watch as Brady fights off the king’s men, their swords bloodying his white fur.

A sharp pain stings my neck as the blade pressed against it draws more blood. “Kill me,” I rasp, my eyes fixed on where Snow disappeared. “Because I’d rather be dead than be with you.”

He laughs at me cruelly. “I don’t want you. I never did, and I sure as hell don’t now. All you were going to be good for was a place to stick my cock. Even then, I already had a harem of women at my disposal. You were for name-sake only.”

I let out a scream of pain, tears running down my face as he yanks on my hair again. But the pain disappears in seconds as his grip on my hair releases. Only because Henry has knocked the king to the ground. I drop to my knees, my hands shooting to my throbbing head.

Henry lets out a roar that rattles the tree. The poor guy looks to be in rough shape, bleeding from the gashes on his arms.

Gunshots ring out, and I scream as the king’s men start emptying clips into Brady and Henry. The bullets don’t seem to do much damage, going in and out of their bodies with ease. But it gives the king enough time to get up and run.

Henry and Brady start to chase after him, but a dirt bike pulls up, skidding to a stop and spraying dirt into the air. The king climbs on, and the man speeds away.

“Fuck!” Henry roars, punching a tree so hard it splinters.

Brady stands there, chest heaving as crimson red drips from the gashes on his arms and chest.

“Where’s Snow?” Henry demands.

“They fucking took her,” Brady rasps. “They held me down and took her.”

“We have to go after her,” Henry demands.

“We will. But we’re a little fucked up right now. We need time to heal. Even just five minutes,” Brady groans, landing against the tree.

“That’s all you need?” I ask, looking between the two of them.

Brady rolls his head to the side. “Funny how Sullivan can be allergic to everything, yet we heal from deadly wounds in minutes.”

“Oh, he has jokes.” I toss my hands in the air. “We need to go get the others. They’re going to be expecting us.”

“We need to call for backup.” Henry storms past us. “The fight is starting now.”

Brady pushes off the tree and follows after Henry. I rush after them, trying to ignore the blinding pain in my skull.

“Holy shit,” I whisper in horror as I see the massacre in front of the cottage.

Sullivan, Sterling, Dallas, and Gabe all stand in the middle of a sea of mangled bodies, chests heaving, covered in blood.

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