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“You belong to me.”

“Yes, yes, I belong to you.”

“I own you.”

“Yes, Lycos, you own me, Caelan. You own me, my mouth, my pussy. Every part of me, you own,” I whimpered. “I belong to you. I’m yours.”

CHAPTER 15

LIVIA

After Caelan finished with me,I pulled the blankets up to my chin and stared up at the ceiling, my eyes filling with tears. All the emotions from the past few days seem to hit me at once, and I… I didn’t know what to do with it anymore.

I had never killed anyone before, but the sound of Elijah’s spine shattering in my hands wouldn’t stop replaying through my mind. Every time I closed my fucking eyes, I saw his corpse. I couldfeelthe life leave his body.

Bile rose in my throat, and I bit back a sob.

Lycos, what is wrong with me?! Wolves kill others all the time, and I’m getting caught up on this one single death that he had consented to?

“What’s wrong?” Caelan asked, his voice distant but his body close.

“It’s nothing,” I said, turning over so he wouldn’t see my tears.

“What is it?” he asked again, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“It’s nothing.”

The chaos from earlier today and the pleasure from being with him had worn off, and now I had to lie here, thinking about what I had done. How I had killed someone. Murdered them.Slaughteredthem.

A tear slid down my cheek. How could I do that? Sure, I’d entered that fight knowing that I could possibly kill someone if they didn’t surrender. But I’d thought they would. Why would they want to die?

If anything, I wanted to.

When the thought that I had been holding back since Mom died drifted through my head, a sob cracked through my throat. All this time, Dad had acted like he didn’t want me. Nobody in this fucking pack watched me. And the only person I cared about was dead.

ButIshould be the one dead. I shouldn’t have survived the games.

“Livia, what’s wrong?” he murmured against my ear, pulling me closer. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing!” I shouted, turning over to face him, but tears were flooding down my cheeks. I slammed my hands into his chest, yet my fingers curled into the muscle, both wanting him farther away and closer. “Can’t you see that I’m fine?!”

His hard expression turned softer for a moment, his brows furrowing just enough. He reached out and placed a hand over mine, running his thumb across my knuckles. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t. You don’t care. You don’t like me. You just wanna use me.”

After a moment of him looking like he was trying to restrain himself,probably from saying yes,he took a deep breath. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he said again, this time in his alpha-tone.

Usually, I could ignore his alpha commands, but I found myself opening my mouth.

“I…” My voice broke. “I killed someone.”

He pushed some hair off my forehead. “He was going to kill you.”

I shook my head. “That doesn’t make it right. Ikilledsomeone.”

“I know,” he murmured, lacing a hand into my hair and pulling me to his chest. “I know. I’m sorry. I tried to stop it, but I could’ve tried harder. I should’ve known you were gone sooner than I did. I’m sorry. I should’ve protected you.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn’t know why he was being so nice to me right now. He never showed any emotion other than lust, not outwardly, not explicitly. And now? Now I was getting softness from him?

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