Page 45 of The Alpha: Part Two
"The potassium." Desir'ee says softly, just a little more than a whisper.
"What?" Ben asks.
Desir'ee straightens up, dragging another tortured sound from Ben. "The potassium. I was going to inject him with it. I have enough to kill him. That's what I was going to do until I thought about Talia. If I didn't inject him with all of it at once he wouldn't die from it, but it would hurt him. A lot. It would be complete torture and misery. I was going to offer to do it, you know, to help with the questioning."
"You're not going near him, Desir'ee."
"None of you would know how much or the best, or worst, places to do the injection. I understand why you don't want me near him, Seth. I do. And any other time I'd agree with you. But he took things from me, and he was going to take everything else. He hurt Michael and Ben. He made them fight each other. He kept them in cages. He made everyone think you were a monster. I need him to hurt.Ineed to hurt him. I feel it inside me."
I flip up my eyepatch and scrub my heels into my eye sockets. I know she wants this. Hell, I can feel how much she needs it. But what if something goes wrong? What if we take her there and something happens? What if they all get taken from me again. "No. I can't. I can't do it. No. I'm not doing it again."
"Doing what again?" Ben asks.
I turn my head to look at him. I focus on his now crooked nose. "You and Michael fought?"
"Yeah. He knocked me out. Desie was losing her shit. We had to end it before she got hurt."
Michael snarls. "It was fucked. She was going to jump over the railing when all those assholes surrounded us. I don't know how they got her out of there. Have you ever seen an omega lose their shit?"
No, I haven't. But I've heard stories of omegas who went a little crazy when their children or their pack were in danger or hurt. I think that's what happened with Jasper, why he makes those creepy fucking sounds and feels so…something. I've had a lot of time to decide if I'm angry with Jasper about shooting my father, and a very small part of the reason I'm not is because I believe Jasper truly is Talia's mate and her reaction to my father was more than he could bear. The majority of the reason why I'm not angry with Jasper about my father's death is because my father was a bastard and, good intentions or not, he wanted me to be a bastard just like him. He might have apologized to Talia, but I will never forgive him for what his actions and words caused. He contributed to so many awful things that I can't feel sorrow at his loss. Sometimes I feel a blankness around his memory, but mostly I feel disgust and anger. Talia says that's why I'm going to keep going to counseling. Not the point right now, though.
"Lopez carried me," Desir'ee whispers. "He carried me to the car and then up to my room. He wouldn't let Flores be alone with me after that. He did his best."
Well, let's throw a fucking party for Elijah fucking Lopez. I need to buy Talia's pack flowers or a car or something. This has to be the exact way they feel about me. Lopez isn't the bastard we thought he was, but he still contributed to her hurt. Even if he tried to protect her from it.
Desie suddenly gasps and Ben groans at the same time, the inside of the car flooding with their combined scents and it makes me hard again even though my mind is saturated with thoughts of bastards and assholes. "The syringes are in my top dresser drawer," she continues. "We could go get one of them and tuck Flores in for the night. I might go into heat as soon as tomorrow. I want to know that he's rotting in a miserable, hot place, laying in a pool of his own waste, while we're doing every single thing he tried to take from us."
"That's…. graphic," Ben laughs, but his heart isn't in it.
Michael cranes his head to give Desir'ee a hard look. "I don't like how hard you feel right now. I know you're angry, I am too; but I don't like that you want to be the one to act on it."
She shrugs. "I can't help how I feel."
"No," I say again. "Really. No. I can't stand the thought of you near him. I agree with you, though. I think it would be great to make him miserable before you go into heat. That will make us all a little happier, I believe. I just don't want you to be the one to do it, Desir'ee. Please try to understand."
She blinks at me, then gives the water her attention. She doesn't say anything else until the warm colors in the sky start fading. "I need to do it, and you need to let me. And I need one of you to do something else before I give it to him."
The three of us look at each other, then her. We're not winning this, and we know it. Sure, one of us could command her to listen, but that would change things in our pack that our new bonds may not be able to withstand. "What do you want us to do?" I glance at Michael again. Whatever she wants is going to be awful in some way or another.
"I need you to pull out his teeth. The canines and incisors. I want to see for myself that he'll never, ever, be able to claim an omega."
Ben sucks in a breath.
Michael's brows raise.
I nod. I think that's an excellent idea. "Do we have pliers back at the house?"
Michael's attention jerks to me. "You serious?"
I nod.
"Fuck that guy," Ben agrees. "I'll do it."
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Kaleb is happy to send me the coordinates to the unit on the docks, and Trent is ecstatic about meeting us there. Nathan comes along, too, and between the five of us I think it's mostly safe enough to have Desir'ee present. I still hate the idea of her being physically close to Flores, but Devon's words from a couple weeks ago keep coming back at me. My omega has asked for retribution and death. I intend to give it to her. However she needs it.
Desir'ee has explained how the potassium works and how it will affect Flores a couple times, but I don't actually care. She says potassium injections are incredibly painful and that potassium overdose is excruciating, and that's enough for me. The current conversation is whether or not pulling just a few teeth will do what Desir'ee wants it to do.
