Chapter 49
“I’m not in the mood for games,” I warned, pushing her roughly onto her back.
“No games,” she promised, her tears mysteriously gone as she gazed up at me with calculated desire. “Just let me take care of you, Alpha.”
I tore her flimsy nightgown down the middle, exposing her breasts. Once, I’d found her beautiful. Now she was just a convenient outlet for my frustration. I bit down hard on her neck, marking her roughly as I forced her thighs apart with my knee.
“Alpha Foster,” she gasped, wincing at my roughness, “please-”
I silenced her with a punishing kiss, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. She whimpered beneath me as I positioned myself.
“You’re my property,” I growled against her ear as I thrust into her without preparation. “Remember that.”
She cried out in pain, but I didn’t slow down. Each thrust was harder than the last, driven by my rage at Summer’s betrayal, at the Council’s decision, at everything spiraling out of my control. Susanna’s tears streamed down her face, but I didn’t care. She’d brought this on herself.
“It… it hurts,” she whispered, voice small and trembling, “You’re just… so rough tonight, Alpha…”
I grabbed her throat with one hand, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen with fear. “You think this hurts? This is nothing compared to what I’ll do if you ever interfere with my plans again.”
The fear in her eyes only drove me harder. I finished with a final, brutal thrust, releasing her throat as I rolled away. She
immediately curled into herself, sobbing quietly.
As my breathing steadied, Susanna’s sobs gradually subsided. After a moment, she crawled toward me, her movements deliberately sensual despite her obvious pain.
“Alpha,” she murmured, her voice honey–sweet as she placed a gentle hand on my chest. “What’s your plan for Luna Summer?” Her fingers traced patterns on my skin.
I regarded her coldly, unmoved by her transparent manipulation. “That’s none of your concern. Just know this–once she’s back, you’re gone.”
“I understand,” she said, fingers still lazily tracing my chest. “But to have even a few days in your bed… it’s worth it.”
She looked up at me, eyes soft and glistening. “She’s so lucky. I envy her more than I can say.”
Her hand slid lower, over my stomach, and I felt myself responding despite my contempt for her. Noticing my reaction, she smiled and slid down my body, her mouth replacing her hand. I grabbed her hair again, this time to control her movements as she worked to please me. Within minutes, I was pushing her onto her back again, taking her a second time with the same brutal intensity as before.
I left Susanna in bed and returned to my office. Dr. Randall was waiting for me, his normally confident demeanor replaced with obvious anxiety.
“Is it done?” I demanded without preamble.
“Yes, Alpha. All records have been wiped from the database. There’s no digital trace of Summer’s fertility treatments or the… alternative procedures.”
“And the staff?”
“Everyone who had access to those files has been compensated for their discretion.”
I nodded, but something nagged at me. “What about physical records? Charts, printouts, nurse notes?”
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Dr. Randall straightened his posture. “Already taken care of, Alpha. I personally supervised the destruction of all physical documentation this morning. Everything was incinerated according to our special protocol for sensitive materials.”
I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders. “Good. Now get out.”
Once alone, I poured myself a generous glass of whiskey. As I sipped the amber liquid, my phone lit up with a notification. I opened it to find an invitation being circulated among the regional pack leaders–a gala at the Blackwood Pack house this week.
The invitation featured a professional photograph of Alexander Blackwood standing proudly beside Summer, his arm possessively around her waist. She was smiling–genuinely smiling–in a way I hadn’t seen in years.
The caption read: “Alpha Alexander Blackwood cordially invites you to celebrate the introduction of his mate, Summer, to the Blackwood Pack.”
My glass shattered in my grip, whiskey and blood mingling as shards embedded in my palm. The audacity–to parade her around as if she belonged to him, to act as though years of marriage to me could be erased with a simple Council ruling.
This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“Sean!” I roared, knowing my Beta would hear me from anywhere in the house.
He appeared within moments, taking in the blood dripping from my hand with practiced neutrality.
“Call Mason and Burke,” I ordered, referring to my most trusted enforcers. “I need a suit for the party and find out what store Summer got her dress from.”
“You’re attending the gala?” Sean asked, surprised.
