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“I can’t,” Ewan tells him. “She’s so needy, can’t you smell it on her?”

“Of course I can!” he snaps back. “Florian, back away from Ivy.”

The mattress dips beneath me, and I’m aware of the blades stuck between the mattress and box spring. Ewan presses a finger to my clit, and my eyes snap back open.

“Fuck,” I breathe, focusing on his eyes as they lock on me.

He presses harder circles and slams into me, pushing his knot right against me before rotating his hips. His cock is deep inside of me, but I’m trying to focus on Drake stalking across the room behind Ewan and going straight for Florian. I know Ewan is attempting to make me come as much as possible so I can maintain concentration and not be overwhelmed by the impending heat, but it’s hard as shit to get my body to play along. It’s all part of the plan, and I’m the distraction for Drake. So far, it seems to be working because he can’t seem to keep his eyes off of me as he pauses a few feet from Florian.

“You didn’t want to fuck her?” he asks, throwing me off a bit, and I let my gaze flick between their interaction and Ewan.“You’re her mate too, aren’t you? You didn’t want to go against my orders?”

“I—I was trying not to,” Florian admits.

“Mmmm,” Drake replies, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Ewan panics as he seems to notice the discomfort in Florian and the confusion playing out across his expression.

“Fuck!” I scream, ecstasy washing over me once more as Ewan pinches my clit. “Fuck me!”

Florian angles his body toward Drake as surges of pleasure continue to race through my body and bloodstream. Just as quickly as he darts forward, Florian’s body goes crashing to the floor, jerking as shockwaves ripple through him. The knife in his hand clatters to the hardwood floor, and Ewan jumps back, sliding out of me with another blade held in his hand.

His claws are peeking through, and I recognize that he was likely readying himself to shift when Drake came into the room. Drake doesn’t have time to get the other shock button and kneels quickly, trying to evade Ewan when he lunges for him and grabs the knife Florian dropped.

Halfway into his lunge at Drake, Ewan grunts and slumps to the ground in front of him, Florian’s body lying still and lifeless on the ground behind them.

“No!” I scream, fear coursing through my veins and swiftly replacing the pleasure I was feeling just moments before. “No, no, no,” I repeat, my screams fading to pleading as Drake tilts his head to examine me.

He stands, not bothering to pull out the blade he’d embedded in Ewan, and stalks toward me.

I try my hardest to pull away, but the restraints have me stuck tightly in place. “Please,” I beg, while Drake grabs my ankles, streaking them in Ewan’s blood.

“Ah, little pup,” he croons. “You picked the wrong side. The time for begging was before you aligned yourself with those two.”

“Wh—what do you mean?” I ask, feigning ignorance. “You’re my mates.”

Ewan moves on the ground behind Drake, slowly pulling himself toward the wall. He’s silent as he moves, and Drake appears to be unaware, so I keep my gaze trained on him.

He stares down at me, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses and turning a dark shade that’s utterly terrifying. Drake makes a tutting noise and unbuckles his belt. “No sense in keeping up pretenses when one of your mates is down for the count and one is bleeding out on the floor. I heard your entire plan.” Drake presses his lips together, giving me a condescending look. “I thought you would have known better… mutt.”

Chapter Ten

Ivy

Something in me ignites when he says that, and there’s a burning that radiates through my entire body, lighting every vein aflame.

“What did you call me?”

Drake’s face breaks into a sinister smile as he pulls his belt off, dropping it to the floor and moving to unbutton his jeans. Ewan grunts as he pulls the knife from his abdomen and throws himself at Drake, but the man is quick on his feet. He kicks back, catching Ewan under the chin with his boot and sending my mate reeling backward onto the wood.

It’s clear, with a quick glance, that neither Ewan nor Florian are coming to my rescue. That the man in front of me is no different than the Forresters. That no one has ever saved me, and that it isn’t going to happen right now.

My fate has been set in stone since day one.

Mutt.

Worthless.

Garbage.

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