You see? You get it, Alpha. You finally f*****g get it.”
His voice wasn’t just smug. It was sick. Feral in the worst way. Like a man who’d never been told no. Like a man who had spent decades believing Omegas existed to be mounted, silenced, and bred.
“She’s not a Luna,” he spat, leaning forward like he was whispering secrets between brothers. “She’s a toy. A wet little fuckdoll who likes it rough. You saw the way she walked in here. She’s already ruined. Why not finish the job?”
I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. I stood there and stared at him like I was watching death happen in slow motion. But inside? Inside I was screaming. My wolf was howling. My pulse was vibrating like electricity under my skin.
He was still going.
“We can all take turns. Hell, we can do it at once. Line up, drop
