I swallow, never taking my eyes off him, and I think about spitting in his face. That would be a very bad move, though.
It looks as if I am going to have to hold my tongue around this one. I have no choice if I want to survive.
“Yes, alpha.”
And just like that, his eyes change. Those pinprick pupils blow twice their size as they appraise me, and then a genuine smile crosses his face.
Well, as genuine as a smile can get on the face of a psychopath. His eyes still glitter with his demons. I bet this guy has a lot of demons, and I wonder who hurt him to make him act this way.
I want to believe that he wasn’t always this bad. There was some part of him that decided not to kill me in the end, and I hold on to that one ray of hope.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, and despite how terrified I am, I relax beneath his ice-cold grip, loving the way he praises me.
Stupid omega body.
Finally, Kilian steps back and fixes his tie, and he’s all business once again. Then he shows me his back and leaves the cell, locking it in place behind him.
It’s not until his footsteps fade when I finally breathe, slipping down the wall until my ass hits the dirty floor.
My heart hammers against my chest.
Holy fucking shit, indeed.
I’m dealing with a deranged nutcase.
Chapter 11
Ravyn
Mycheeksburnwithsuppressed rage as Killian fastens a tracking device around my neck.
True to his word, Killian came to collect me from my temporary cell the next morning, and now I get to stay in my room at the penthouse once again.
But under one condition.
He places a tracker around my neck.
This is so fucking humiliating. I look like a prisoner, and how the hell did it all come down to this?
Of all the strip clubs in the city, Killian just had to go to Steve's, didn’t he?
Screw this evil angel. I will get him back. He tricked me last night, testing my loyalty, and he’s tripping if he thinks I will ever remain loyal to him.
I owe him nothing. He bought me and locked me up in his penthouse. He’s my enemy.
“There.” Killian steps back to admire his work, and I glare at him with the heat of a thousand suns.
Fuck you, Killian Whitefang.
“There’s just one more thing I need to add,” he purrs in that silken voice, and the sound makes my pussy vibrate.
He steps closer, his peppermint scent taking my breath away when he invades my space. I hardly pay attention to what he’s doing as he clips something onto the device around my neck, giving it a little tug.
I gaze down at the lead in horror, and then a surprising sound rumbles in my chest. It’s a growl, and it’s vicious enough to belong to an alpha.
“Get this fucking thing off—”
Killian yanks on the lead, and my voice cuts off when the tracker pinches my throat. It’s not enough to choke me, but it’s enough to steal the breath from my lungs.