Page 162 of BounBound By Scars

Didn’t show guilt.

Didn’t show anything.

He was gone.

A blank slate of a man who used to be my brother.

My fucking brother.

The same man who had shot the love of my life.

And I couldn’t even read him anymore.

That scared me more than the bullet ever did.

Another punch landed—this time across his face. His head turned with the impact, blood blooming at the corner of his lip.

Still, nothing.

No reaction. No flinch. Like hitting a goddamn mannequin.

I kept going—sobbing, screaming, striking.

A fist to his gut.

A curse. A cry. Another shove.

“Amelia,” Zarek said, sharp—almost commanding. “Stand down!”

Oh, fuck you.

I spun on my heel, seething, eyes blazing as I turned toward Sebastian.

“Sebastian,” I snapped, voice trembling with fury, “was there an insubordination clause when you built the new Alpha team?”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I’m asking,” I ground out, voice clipped, “if there was a hierarchical structure instated when forming the new Alpha crew, formerly Squad Six. Any chain of command.”

Seb’s mouth opened, then closed. His eyes flicked to Zarek. “No.”

Good.

I turned back to Zarek, blood pounding in my ears.

I smirked. Wild. Broken.

“Get fucked, Ghost.”

He looked as though he’d taken a physical blow from me.

He actuallyflinched.

Good.

Let him feel just a sliver of what Kabir felt—alone, hunted, betrayed.

I turned toward the rest of them, my chest heaving, hands trembling at my sides.

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