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“He said that if he found out anyone had touched her or mated her, he would kill her in front of her mother and place her body parts along the Kings’ compound lines. He wants her, but he wants her pure, otherwise the deal is off.”

I gripped the armrest of the couch unconsciously. My hand had shifted, and my claws drew lines through the upholstery as I clenched it into a fist. Bryn was human, so it shouldn’t matter to a wolf whether she was a virgin. He was probably saying that just to remind me of the way I’d found Bryn. It was a tactic to get inside my head—to intimidate, to make himself sound like the big, bad Alpha he wanted everyone to believe he was.

But all the idiot had done was piss me off.

“That sick fuck doesn’t deserve an honorable death,” I said quietly. “He deserves to die as slowly and painfully as possible.”

Dom leapt to his feet. “Then let’s go and murder the fucker. Why even do all of this?”

“As much as I want to watch him bleed out at my feet, it isn’t right to just