CHAPTER NINETY–ONE
LIANA’S POV
When I entered, I gasped in shock, my entire body freezing as I took in the sight before me. The warehouse looked just like I remembered it, dark, musty, cold but what made me lose my breath wasn’t the place. It was the scene right in front of me.
All four of them.
Tied.
Their arms stretched out above their heads, wrists bound so tightly the ropes had carved deep red lines into their skin. Their bodies were suspended in the air, feet barely touching the ground. Beaten. Bloodied. Hanging like slabs of meat waiting to be discarded.
Even Cynthia was among them.
“Killian…” I gasped, my voice barely escaping my throat as I turned to look at him.
He didn’t say anything right away. He just wrapped his arm around my waist, his eyes locked on mine. There was no smile on his face, just a calm, dangerous expression.
“I asked you what you’d do if you ever saw Cynthia again,” he said, his voice low, firm, and steady. “And you said you’d deal with her, even whip her the seventy strokes she gave you, right? Well, here’s your chance.”
My legs trembled slightly as I looked back at her. Cynthia Stone. The woman who laughed as I screamed. Who whipped me over and over, then stood there and ordered those monsters to rape me.
She deserved everything.
But still… seeing her like that…
Her arms were hanging just like the others, her head bowed, her hair matted with blood and sweat. Her clothes were torn in places, some of them barely clinging to her bruised skin. Her lips were busted, and her face… it was nothing like the Cynthia I remembered. She looked tired. Scared.
A police officer stepped forward and handed me something.
A whip.
“You have her to yourself now,” Killian said. “They were meant to be transported to the main cell this morning, but we waited for you. She’s all yours. You can give her the seventy lashes she gave you, or… do whatever you want.”
My fingers shook as I reached out and took the whip from his hand.
I stared at it.
Could I really do this?
Could I raise my hand and strike her like she did me?
My heart was thudding so loud I could barely hear anything else. Cynthia was still staring at me now. Her lips trembled. Her eyes met mine, and what I saw in them was fear. Regret. Shame.
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I should feel satisfied. I should feel like justice was being served. I should lift that whip and tear her skin open like she did mine.
But she wasn’t the one I wanted to deal with.
My eyes slid over to the other side of the room, those three filthy monsters. The same three men who had laughed while Cynthia ordered them to rape me. The ones who talked about killing me like it was sport. The same bastards who killed my mom.
My heart started to beat so fast I felt lightheaded.
They didn’t just kill her. They beheaded her.
My mother.
My beautiful mother.
I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palms. A deep, angry growl erupted from my chest. I could feel the rage bubbling beneath my skin, hot and thick and impossible to control. My teeth began to ache. My hands burned. I didn’t know what was happening until I looked down and saw it.
My skin…
My body was changing.
My hands were stretching, claws pushing out from beneath my fingernails. My muscles expanded, bones cracking as I shifted, my vision sharpening, my ears twitching at every breath around me.
“Oh my God… she’s shifting!”
“Holy shit… she really took after Alpha Emilia!”
“This… this is Alpha Emilia’s exact replica… even her aura!”
I heard the gasps, the whispers, the murmurs from all corners of the warehouse, but I didn’t care. My focus was
on them. The monsters who tried to ruin me.
The moment my shift was complete, I saw the white fur.
Bright. Glowing. Like a powerful Queen.
A massive white wolf.
I didn’t even pause. I lunged.
I leapt at the scarred man, my claws digging into his chest as he let out a weak groan. I didn’t stop there. I clawed at him again. And again. Blood sprayed. He couldn’t even scream properly. His mouth opened but no sound came out.
I turned to the next one. The bald man.
And Clawed.
And Ripped.
They tried to twist away, but they were tied, hanging, helpless. I dug my nails into his skin, slicing down his back. He jerked. His whole body trembled.
The third one, the one with locks and dirty teeth, nearly passed out after I was done with him.
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“Keep him awake,” Killian ordered. And just like that, one of the men injected him with something that forced his
eyes open.
They weren’t going to die today.
They were going to suffer.
I was breathing heavily now, the floor slick with blood, my fur drenched. I turned back to Cynthia. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already shivering. Her legs were trembling. She had pissed on herself.
Good.
Let the fear crawl through her the same way pain once crawled through me.
And just as my body started shifting back, Killian was already by my side. I wasn’t even fully human yet when I felt something warm and thick wrap around me. A thick, soft blanket. He threw the blanket around my body, shielding every inch of skin like he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing me naked, not even for a second. His eyes burned with possessiveness, ready to rip out the eyes of anyone who dared to look.
Then, without a word, he scooped me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest like I needed protecting even after everything I’d just done.
“Killian, I’m fine,” I muttered, rolling my eyes a little, even though the warmth of his body felt good. “You don’t have to carry me like I’m about to faint or something.”
“You just shifted for the first time,” he said, his voice low, serious. “Let me take care of you.”
I sighed and leaned my head against his chest.
He carried me past the hanging bodies, those three men barely breathing, soaked in their own blood. Cynthia was still there, trembling, her body limp like it couldn’t take much more. Her eyes locked with mine.
Killian paused. “You still want to deal with her?” he asked, nodding in her direction.
I looked at her, really looked at her.
She was shaking like a weak, scared animal. Her lips were cracked, one of her eyes was swollen, and her body, though not as bloodied as the men, was clearly on the edge. Cynthia fucking Stone, the woman who used to strut around like she was untouchable, was now hanging like a piece of meat, too weak to even lift her head properly.
I scoffed. “Look at her,” I said flatly. “She’s already pathetic.”
“You sure?” Killian asked. “Because I can make sure she suffers if that’s what you really want.”
I shook my head. “I mean, yeah, I wanted to. I wanted to be the one to drag her to hell and back. I wanted to break her the way she tried to break me. But now…” I glanced at her again. “She’s already pathetic.”
“She whipped you, Liana,” Killian said. “Seventy times. Told those men to rape you. Tried to kill you.
“I know. Trust me, I remember.” My voice dropped. “But thanks to whatever healing power I have now, my body barely even carries a mark. Hers? Her wounds aren’t healing. And I can see it, she’s going to live with it, day after day. I don’t even need to touch her for her to hurt.”
Killian stared at me, then nodded slowly.
“She’s all yours,” I told him. “Do whatever the hell you planned to do with her. The ones I wanted to handle… I already did that. And it felt good watching them bleed.”
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“You’re sure?” he asked again.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
Without another word, Killian turned toward the exit, still carrying me. Even as we walked past the police officers
each and every one of them bowed in respect. Real, genuine respect.
Then he turned to Logan, Steve, and the chief of police. “Wrap everything up,” Killian ordered, his voice firm. ” Take them all to the cell. We’re done here.”
“Yes Alpha.” They all replied in unison while Killian carried me to his car and drove off.
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