Page 78 of Filthy Royal

“I demand the lights be turned back on,” the prince shouted.

“You know the boss’s rules, Omega.” Nars had clearly rejected her profession of innocence. “Behave or else.”

Black shadows flashed on the walls. One of the wall tiles fell, shattering when it struck the floor.

Now that… that was her.

Goddess, she hated being told to behave.

Another flashback hit, too sudden for her to defend against.

“That’s right, bitch. You heard the boss. Behave or else.” Nars’s rough hands dragged up her stomach. He was always bolder once her hands were restrained.

Unlike her employer. He never touched her himself. Well aware of what her gift could do, he left the searches and hands-on discipline to his lackeys.

She stifled a gasp as Nars’s grabby hands came to a still-healing bruise.

“Nothing here but two ripe handfuls.” Chuckling, Nars squeezed her tits. “But it pays to be thorough, especially with you. You act so high and mighty, but we all know what you really are: Consortium property and a two-bit pawn who’ll never be anything more.”

His words would have stung if she hadn’t come to the same conclusion herself.

Lips pressed together, Scarlett shoved the memory away and wrestled the seething darkness back down, absorbing her gift’s strikes against her ribs.

Still, the shadows grew darker. The walls shook.

“What the hells is happening?” Ever the coward, the prince hightailed it back toward the luxury box.

She hardly noticed.

“Make it stop.” Nars shoved his taser against her forehead.

“I’m trying!” This wasn’t her plan. She needed to reach her employer’s private suite while conscious so she could see her plan through. “Back off.”

“Omegas don’t give the orders, bitch.” Nars flicked off the safety on the taser. “Especially you.”

Behave or else. She was so tired of being told what to do. The rage inside her expanded, her gift once more out of control. The walls shuddered.

“That’s it,” Nars barked. “You asked for it.”

His taser was only set to stun, but still… it was going to hurt.

Nars’s finger twitched on the trigger.

Scarlett braced for the agonizing pain.

A low growl sounded behind the guard.

A shock of red splatter hit the wall.

Nars folded, crumpling to the ground without a sound as a figure loomed behind him.

While she… she came alive as something raw and electrifying trailed across her upper thighs, breasts, and heart like rough, calloused fingertips.

The figure pushed back his hood.

She stared up at a face and form straight out of her dreams.

One whose claws were stained crimson.

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