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This was not the screaming anger I had left her in. This was pained and frightened.

No one was allowed to frighten my female.

FOURTEEN

MIA

Right before hislips fully settled on mine, I turned my head to the side, letting out another shrill scream as loudly as I could.

“Don’t touch me,” I said, choked, tears blinding me. I couldn’t act. And even if I could act like I enjoyed his touch, vomiting all over him would have given me away.

This wasn’t Jason. The one who’d taught me how to set traps, how to live. The one who’d raised me. Sure, sometimes he seemed annoyed with Pam, but-but?—

His fingers dug into my arm. His nostrils flared, gaze thinning. He yanked me after him with ease even though I fought him. My slipper fell off in the scuffle.

I let myself go limp and managed to get out of his hold. I lunged for the pan on the stove, simultaneously swinging.

He caught my wrist, stopping the iron before it thwacked him across the temple.

We struggled with the pan and I used every ounce of strength I owned to yank, but it was no use. Rage contorted his features, and he hit my wrist so hard that the pan thudded on the linoleum. His palm slammed into my chest, right between my breasts. My spine hit the dinner table. I yelped. He came at me in the same breath, grabbing my wrists and stretching them overmy head. My spine bowed as his weight fell over me, my feet barely touching the ground.

“Stop, please, Jason. Stop,” I sobbed. He stiffened over me, breathing hard. Everything stilled. His hips remained nestled between my forcefully spread legs.

I shivered, bile encroaching.

His touch made my skin crawl, and I wanted to sink into myself. I felt dirty and gross.

If Fenrir hadn’t left . . .

Tears pricked my eyes. The monster wasn’t so bad, he’d been gentle recently and every time he’d hurt me had been unintentional.

“You need to learn a lesson, Mia.”

I understood where this headed now that I’d been with Fenrir, and it made me physically sick.

I’d rather die than be forced by him. He yanked my arm to the side so he could hold both my wrists with one hand. The one he’d unoccupied slipped downward. His fingertips grazed my nipple.

“Please, Jason.” I whispered. “No.” But he didn’t stop.

He gripped my breast, and fortunately the dress served as a barrier.

“Such a beauty.” He squeezed much too hard. Tears spilled from the corner of my eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to lay you on this table?”

He was sick. Finally, he let go of my breast, and reached down to yank at the zipper of his jeans.

“If you want to behave like a whore. I’ll treat you like one.”

I screamed, bucking, but he flushed his hips against my sex to pin me down. The hard bulge was nothing like Fenrir’s.

Tears silently flowed down my face as he used his hand to free himself.

I screamed again. This was it?—

The door ruptured open and a snarling monster burst through. My monster.

“Fenrir,” I cried. Everything after that happened much too fast. My monster moved with frightening speed, so much so that Jason hadn’t had time to let go of my wrists before antlers were speared into his body, poking out from different parts. Blood gushed and splashed across the room, catching me as it sprayed. He wheezed and then stilled, going limp above me. The only sound was Fenrir’s heavy breathing. Jason hung off the antlers. They protruded from his gut, chest, arm, and out of his eye socket. The plink of blood dripping onto the linoleum echoed to my ears. I lay frozen, with blood sliding down my cheek.

Fenrir backed his oversized body up, taking my adoptive father along for the ride as I slid limply off the edge of the table onto the floor. I shouldn’t even call him that anymore. He never cared for me like he should have cared for a child. Not if he had been able to do what he’d done to me . . . what he planned to do to me. I followed Fenrir’s movements with my eyes.

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