Rejected Mate's Vengeance

Kinley Taylor scrambled toward the door while I was momentarily distracted. Just as her fingers brushed the threshold, I seized her ankle and dragged her back across the floor.

"Ah!" she screamed, her pregnant belly scraping against the rough surface, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

I hauled her onto the bed and placed my hand gently on her swollen stomach, feeling the violent kicks beneath my palm. The pup inside seemed to sense the danger, thrashing in fear. I wiped away the tears streaming down her terrified face.

"Kinley," I murmured softly, "you played a part in the pack’s destruction, didn’t you?"

Her entire body shuddered, and she let out a piercing scream. "You’re not Sean! Who are you?!"

Her panic only intensified the pup’s movements, its tiny feet visibly pressing against her skin. I glanced down at my hands, now strong and powerful. Being an Alpha—being the pack leader—felt incredible. The sheer strength at my fingertips was intoxicating.

"I am your Sean," I whispered, my voice tender. "Your mate." My fingers tightened around her throat, cutting off any further words. She didn’t deserve to speak. She deserved to die.

Kinley’s eyes widened in terror, her hands clawing desperately at my arms before finally falling limp.

Tch. Killing her was easier than I’d imagined.