Page 95 of The Alpha Under My Bed

I wasn’t.

I grinned. Then I moved.

I wrenched one arm free and slammed my fist into Theo’s face. He yelped, his weight shifting just enough for me to twist out from under him.

Marcus barely had time to react before I flipped him onto his back and drove my elbow into his throat. The sound he made? Beautiful.

Theo tried to scramble back, but I grabbed his ankle and dragged him toward me.

“Mal, don’t?—”

I drove my knee into his chest. He choked.

I grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the ground.

Once. Twice.

Done.

Marcus was trying to crawl away.

I stepped on his back, grinding him into the floor. His breath hitched.

“Still think I’m coming home?” I murmured.

He shuddered beneath me. Didn’t answer.

Smart.

Then I leaned down and snapped his fucking neck.

Six down.

Julian was the only one left.

I turned to him, breathing heavily.

He was still on the ground. Still alive. Barely.

He tried to sit up.

I stepped on his chest, pinning him down.

He wheezed.

“Mal—” he choked. “We can still fix this.”

I smiled. Slow. Sharp. Bloody.

“Fix this?” My foot pressed harder, cutting off his air. His hands scrambled at my ankle—useless. “You can’t fix dead, Julian.”

His gaze flickered past me.

I followed it.

And then I saw her.

Genevieve.

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