Page 135 of Knot my Alphas

“This won’t be pretty,” I say, glancing at Julian.

“I know,” he groans, rubbing at his arms. “Let’s just get this over with.”

When the end of the skewer is glowing red, I take it out and lay it against Callahan’s neck.

A sizzle erupts in the room, followed by an angry gasp.

Callahan’s eyes pop open. He tries to touch the burned spot on his neck but the shackles around his wrists hold him back. He struggles against them, letting out a satisfying shout of frustration.

“Free me!” he shouts, forcing waves of compulsion into his command.

His words don’t affect me or Raiden, so I spare a glance at Julian and Iris.

They both look unaffected by him.

“Get away from me!” he screams as I move forward and start rummaging inside his jacket. “Howdareyou do this to me? You have no idea what I can do to you and your pack. I’ll fucking kill you all!”

“It’s not like you didn’t try that already,” I say dryly as my fingers wrap around his cellphone. Taking it out, I step back and stare up at him. “You’re going help us call off the attack on the school.”

He scoffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Save your act for someone else,” says Iris as she steps forward. “They’re all aware of who you are. Everyone in this room knows you’re the leader of the Black Widow. There’s no point in denying it.”

His black eyes bore into her. “You! How dare you attack me?” he hisses. “Let me go or I’ll punish you until I break your bones. You’ll never walk again, my darling.”

Sparks from the coals reflect in her cold eyes. “You should worry about your own bones, asshole.”

A snort escapes me.

Iris turns toward me and gestures at the phone. “Check his recent calls,” she says in an authoritative voice. “Tell them we have their boss.”

“You’re making a big mistake,” Callahan hisses. “Whatever she’s told you is a lie. I have no power over the terrorists and their attacks. Free me and I’ll help you deal with them.”

“We know about your connection to the Order,” Julian says in a low, cold voice. “It took a while but after tracing your family’s lineage I’ve figured out the fuckery that you and your family have been involved in. You guys have been running a fucking cult! So, stop wasting our time and call off your men.”

“You’re making a big mistake,” Callahan insists. “I am obsessed with the omega here but that is all! Don’t accuse me of being connected to a vicious terrorist group.”

Iris moves toward the barbecue grill and picks up a heated skewer. Turning it around, she stares at the glowing tip thoughtfully.

We watch her with bated breath as she steps in front of Callahan and lays the red-hot iron tip against his chest.

The fabric of his shirt doesn’t save him from feeling the searing burn. He howls, his body swinging back and forth as he tries to get away from her.

“Confess!” Iris shouts, holding the long iron skewer like a sword. “Confess what you did to my parents! Confess how you hurt Damon! Confess that it was you who sent those men to attack our home!”

“You’re lying, omega!” he shouts back.

Iris retaliates by using the red-hot iron skewer again. She doesn’t stop until she’s reduced Callahan into a panting, gasping mess.

Raiden and Julian’s eyes mirror the same fascination I feel inside me. This is the first time we’re seeing this side of her.

Iris is usually so shy and sweet. She’s kind and loyal to a fault. Despite what her adoptive parents did to her, she still doesn’t want to hurt them. Heck! She won’t even listen to us cursing at them.

Right now, though, she’s turned into a livid, vengeful woman who’s not afraid of the painful screams her captor is emitting. Her gaze is cold, her stance steady.

She’s become as much of a monster as the man she’s torturing.

The beast inside me sensed the darkness in her a long time ago. She’d been just as relentlessly vicious the first time I dragged her from her home. She’d fought against me and hadn’t held back from hurting me.

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