Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Betrayal burned through me. “How could you—”
“Time to play, Jinx.” Drake grabbed me, wrapping his hand around my nape and jerking me into him. Our bare flesh slicked together with oil. His hard cock pressed against my belly.
No!
I squirmed and fought.
It wasn’t enough.
He fed the nasty, abominable bottle past my lips.
I fought harder.
Fuck, I fought.
He tipped it upside down.
Elixir splashed onto my tongue with its nauseous takeover.
I turned wild.
I kicked and scratched, punched and struck.
“Christ!” Sully’s howl filled my ears.
I tried to spit out the fragrant sugary drug.
I hit him.
I kicked him.
I almost got free.
But he was Sully’s brother after all, and he did exactly what Sully had done to me at the beginning of our story.
His palm slapped over my mouth.
His fingers pinched my nose.
He suffocated me...
killed me...
destroyed me...
“Fuck this!” Sully’s roar bounced off the walls. A gunshot rang. A bang ricocheted.
Greyness drowned me.
Lungs clawed me.
I had no choice.
I gagged.
I moaned.
I swallowed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I WAS A SCIENTIST—not because I’d been born into the lineage, but because I had an obsessive need to chase the impossible. I didn’t accept that a human body was at its full capacity in its current pathetic state.
I believed we were a battery—a machine working at thirty percent—and all we needed was a compound or chemical...something to trigger a new state of being. A stronger state, an invincible state.
Medical advances had gotten me closer to that goal.
Trials and failures had inched me closer to achieving what no one else had before.
But it was fury that shattered the threshold of evolution.
Seeing Drake touch her.
Drug her.
Rub his cock on her.
Yeah, it was the best narcotic, stimulant, and biological enhancement I fucking needed.
Three men were nothing.
Their weapons were nothing.
Life was fucking nothing if he hurt her.
My body moved of its own accord, sweeping from kneeling to standing and choreographing a war that I disassociated with.
My entire mind and whole heart were already across the room with Eleanor. I didn’t feel the crunch of my knuckles as they ploughed into someone’s face. I didn’t hear the crack of their bones as I kicked a man’s ribs and sent him sprawling to the floor.
I didn’t feel their retaliation or the stitches pulling my flesh, nor the hot gush of fresh blood.
My eyes had found their target.
Drake.
Motherfucking Drake.
He fought Eleanor as she turned into a cyclone in his arms. She scratched and clawed, she screamed and went crazed, knowing as well as I did that she had a few short minutes to get away. A few measly minutes to run before she’d spread her legs, welcome the devil, and fuck whichever man would have her.
No.
A simple word. A ruthless voice in my mind.
No!
She’s mine.
A bullet zinged past, missing me by a fraction.
I shoved my bound fists into a guard’s neck, making him gag for air.
I fell to my knees as two men landed on my back, crushing me.
My eyesight still flickered with black clouds and grey paint. Shadows danced over clarity, leaving my other senses working at maximum. My sight had returned in spurts, teasing me with slow recovery.
But even lacking vision, I was still dangerous.
Tritec licked through my blood, granting false power, making me otherworldly in my strength.
Shoving the two guards off me, I round-housed one and sucker-punched the other. I didn’t wait to see if they’d fall. I strode toward Drake holding my woman, snarls tumbling from my throat, sounding exactly like the wolf I was nicknamed for back in society.
Drake’s naked cock branded her back as she struggled in his embrace.
I would kill him slowly.
Painfully.
I crouched and prepared to attack, but Jealousy moved, inserting something into her ears, catching my sniper attention.
Crimson fog descended over my broken vision.
Her!
She betrayed me.
Betrayed Eleanor.
Betrayed Cal.
She deserves to die.
I ran for her instead.
A mercenary grappled me to the floor.
I spun onto my back and fought him, striking his nose and snapping gristle before he could wrap his hands around my throat. He choked on blood, and I kicked him away. I shot to my feet again; no injured leg or half sight would stop me from killing Jessica Long and making her pay.
Her gaze flared wide as I stalked toward her, my trajectory once again foiled as three men tackled me. I fought them, all while my attention stayed on her. While Drake restrained my woman, and Jealousy waited for me to kill her, she gave me the saddest, sweetest smile and tore off her bikini.
Her breasts, her pussy, she stood there stark naked as I howled and punched the men restraining me. Harder, faster, crueller. I drove them all closer to death with sheer brutality.
Another bullet let loose, wedging into the floor and erupting a plume of tile dust.
Eleanor let out a tattered moan.
She’s slipping.
Sinking.
Hurry!
I bellowed and struck with every fury inside me. Men dropped away, nursing their injuries, their commitment to pain not nearly as loyal as mine. If I lost, it would mean sacrificing everything. If they lost, they just voided a paycheque.