Page 199 of Jagged Souls
She will get the world.
Or I swear to everything I am that I will burn it down.
I come in the whore beneath me, a physical release that gives me nothing. Fucking them never makes me feel any better; it just helps with the urges for the next few months or years. The ones that are so ingrained within our kind – a pack, a society, ahomein the touch of another. Werewolves are not meant to be alone; being touch-starved can literally drive us to the Craving. So I seek a whore out every few months or years when needs must be met in order to ease that hunger.
It doesn’t help with the self-loathing though.
The guilt.
No, that expands, exploding out in an instant. Jumping to my feet, I kick her in the stomach. She curls up and wraps her arms around her head. I kick her again, breaking her bones. I stomp on her, beat her, and my dick’s not even soft yet. She tries to defend herself for the first few seconds, but soon she lies still, her body moving wherever I kick it, like a rag doll. My rage continues to rain down on her broken and bleeding body, and with it, a howl erupts.
I cheated on Siome.
Hearing about this will hurt her.
How thefuckcan I claim to protect her, to give her the world when I do shit that I know will make her hurt?
Shifting into my wolf, I give in to the hunger, the rage. And I slaughter everyone in this whore house until all that’s left is my guilt and misery.
Present day, Somewhere adrift in the ocean – Antonio
My cock is wet form the Shadow whore’s mouth, and it makes me want to tear the fucking thing off and choke her with it. She isn’t my fucking mate. I shouldn’t have touched her. I promised Siome “till death do us part” –ourdeaths, not just hers, and I fucking failed her. This will hurt her if she finds out. I knew it would, and yet, I still did it just to hurthim.
Varius fucking Shadow.
Furious with myself, I grab his hand. I’m not worried he pulled an arm free from the nails. There’s a witch’s snare looped around his neck and two more around his ankles. Power alone doesn’t mean anything when it comes to those golden chains.
Besides, he’s passed out from the effects of the Craving, so I have time to bite off his fingers and swallow them down before he wakes, make sure he can’t use any magic he has.
I don’t know what he’s capable of, had always thought him to be a witch without magic. So it’s better to be safe than sorry. Shifting just my teeth into those of my wolf, I bite off his fingers. I don’t bother with his other hand. I want him to know the consequences of his actions. I want him to break. Tosuffer. I haven’t kept him just to breed him and then let him loose when it suits my plan, letting him “escape” back home with Micha. He’s here to pay for his mother’s sins.
Thinking of my own crimes, of the wetness of my cock, my fury ignites through every inch of my skin. I use a bit of the sheet to wipe off her slobber and traces of my cum. Then I stalk from the room, knowing I need to kill her to make this right. It’s the only acceptable way to apologize to my mate.
I failed her.
I wasweak.
But I will make it right.
I don’t need Micha alive anymore. I have three other female wolves on the boat that I know can make hybrids. Rudy hasn’t managed to get any of them pregnant, so I’ll give him to Eduardo to play with and dissect, then pawn his women off on Varius.
Getting Sau will be harder when the time comes but not impossible. I’ll just go with my original plan of torturing her sons so badly that she comes to me.
So that confirms it. Micha will no longer breathe. She’ll no longer be alive to insult my mate’s memory.
My clenched jaw radiating my fury, I track her down to her room. The shower’s running. She’s trying to get clean. I can hear her crying beneath the spray. She hates his touch as much as I hate hers.
I wrench open the bathroom door, and she turns to me.
“Antonio. I –”
I cut off her words with a punch to her face. I don’t want to kill her slowly by cutting off her air. I want to beat out my guilt and shame. I want to hurt her for helping me hurt Siome.
She stumbles back into the shower and hits her head.
“I’m sorry!” she blurts. “I’m –”
I hit her again, then grab and haul her out of the shower.
