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“You’ve got that right.” I agree as he steps away from me. None of my men look particularly impressed at their fathers but with a stern look from me, they back down.

Conall notices and chuckles, a knowing look on his face.

“So, where are they?” I question, looking at Conall, Olis and Victor.

“Right this way,figlia.” Victor says, turning and leading us in the direction of where they have the Mullen pack locked away.

Olis sighs, nudging Ledger, “It's a good day for violence.”

Chapter Thirty Eight

Iwatch Kennedy intently as we step through the door to the cell we have been holding Ronan, Trent and Charles in. Each of the Alphas are hanging from their hands with chains.

Dried blood still cakes their chests from where Jax and Ledger were obviously unleashing their anger on them the other day.

Now that I’m not feeling the desperation to save my Omega, I allow myself to feel unrestrained anger for the pieces of shit that stole what is mine.

My growl echoes through the room, startling them. Their heads snap up to mine, terror filling their gazes as they see just how overpowered they are.

That is until their eyes find Kennedy. Their gazes turn angry, rage filling their irises.

Ronan spits, droplets landing on Kennedy’s feet, “You stupid fucking whore! You were meant to be ours! We paid good fucking money for your used ass!”

I go to step forward to shut the vitriol spilling from his mouth but Kennedy beats me to it. I try to stop her with a hand on her shoulder but she simply shrugs me off.

I watch as strength radiates from my Omega, a sight I have never seen from her designation. With a courage I know that I could never possess having just been what she was through, she waltzes straight up to Ronan and punches him across the face.

Blood spurts from his mouth, spraying across the room.

Looking at Kennedy’s hands in surprise, I find a set of spiked brass knuckles on her fingers. They resemble claws, so attuned with our animal side.

As Ronan turns his head back towards Kennedy, the anger once vibrant on his features is significantly dulled. Now, there is a hint of fear.

“Alphas like you think that you own the world. That when you flash your riches, you will get your way. That you can purchase an Omega who already has a pack, steal her from her home and take her. You think that you can do all these things without repercussions,”

She closes the distance between her and Ronan, not afraid of the blood that drips off him. Her lip curls as they come face to face.

“But that's where you are wrong. Omega’s bodies aren’t for Alphas to control.”

Her voice is laced with venom that hits me right in my core. Her words not only affect me and my pack mates, but my fathers who stand behind us as well.

“You don’t own me. My mates don’t own me.I fucking own me.”

Kennedy takes a step back just as she raises her arms. Her knuckles turn white as she clenches the brass in her fist.

Her next punch takes my fathers by surprise. It doesn’t shock me though. I watch as hit after hit, she takes her slice of vengeance. Her pain is laid bare before each of us.

Some people would see it as weak, hearing her cries through his bellowing as she unleashes on the Alpha who is quickly becoming unrecognisable.

But all I can see is a goddess.

An Omega who is sick and tired of being kicked around by people seemingly bigger than her. An Omega who has been dealt year after year of abuse. An Omega who had so much taken from her.

Blood covers her as she eventually steps back, panting from exhaustion. Ronan’s face is torn to shreds. Pieces of skin hang off his face making it hard to even recognise him.

It's obvious that he is dead but I know that you can never be too certain. Holding out my 9mm, I hand it to Kennedy.

She looks up at me, a blank look on her face. Her cheeks are streaked with tears and blood but to me she has never looked more beautiful.

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