Chapter 0081
I mind-link her to meet me.
She hesitates at first, which is unusual for her. But she appears moments later. She seems pleased by the blood stains on my shirt.
“You wanted to see me?”
“I’ve been thinking about what you said.”
“Oh?” She flutters her eyelashes. “Have you realized she isn’t the one for you?”
“I’ve thought about many things since you returned.”
Her fingers immediately go to her hair, twisting a strand as she focuses on me. “I knew it, Alexander. I knew she wouldn’t be enough. I knew you only pitied her.”
“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m mated to her. I can’t do anything with you while bound to her. I can’t kiss you. I can’t taste your skin. I can’t claim you. And I definitely can’t fuck you.”
Her brow furrows slightly. “Isn’t she dead?”
“How would you know that, Genevieve?”
“LOL.”
“So it’s acceptable for you to stutter, but not for Athena?” I had heard Athena’s thoughts during their encounter.
Her eyes widen as she tries to retreat.
“Not this time.” I seize her shoulders, holding her firmly. “I warned you. Desperation doesn’t suit you. I told you to stay away from Athena.”
“You owe me!”
“No. Not anymore.”
I lift her off the ground. She kicks and screams, struggling against my grip. “Alexander, please. I did this for us.”
“There is no us. If you had stayed away, I wouldn’t be taking you to fight for your life.”
“Please, no. We protect our own—she isn’t one of us!” she shrieks.
“Like you said, Genevieve. You needed a pack. We didn’t need you.”
I drop her at the forest’s edge. Many of my people have already shifted into wolves. They wait eagerly.
“No, please, Alexander.”
“You made Athena suffer. It’s only fair you suffer too.”
Tears stream down her face. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ll leave. Please!”
“Run!”
I step back, removing my shirt. I watch her turn slowly toward the forest. “You have thirty seconds.”
“I’m sorry.”
The others growl at her. They dig their paws into the soil, crouching low, ready to attack.
She backs into the forest.
She runs as fast as she can. I hear her gasping as she moves. She doesn’t shift. She stays on two feet. She likely knows there’s no hope of escape.
I shift into my wolf. I pace before the others. They were chosen for this hunt because they’ll be on duty during the pack run, guarding Athena.
I give the signal.
They charge ahead of me, quickly picking up Genevieve’s scent. Their powerful legs cover the uneven ground. They turn swiftly when her scent changes direction.
I can still hear her. I already know she won’t get far.
I’m quickly linked—she’s surrounded.
I hear her begging them as I approach.
Piece by piece. Titan growls.
Genevieve’s face is stained with tears. Mud clings to her blonde hair, suggesting she fell. Her eyes dart between us as she pleads for her life. It changes nothing. Her fate is sealed.
I give the wolves the signal.
They lunge at her like she’s prey. Her screams fill the forest as they tear flesh from bone. Her cries soon fall silent. Her heart stops. Her eyes remain wide open as they continue tearing her apart.
I hope in her final moments, she felt the pain she inflicted on Athena.