bChapter /bb374 /b

Except for one word.

“Kester!”

My girl kept screaming my name. Over and over again, like it was her only hope.

And I wasn’t there.

I wasn’t fucking there to save her.

Oh… Kex wasn’t even done.

Now he was forcing his fingers into my mate’s pussy…

I blinked again.

Everything inside me… fell silent.

The part of me that used to reason had stepped away.

My legs moved back a step. I didn’t tell them to. They just did. I stared harder, Because maybe if I stared long enough, the screen would change. Maybe it’d glitch, rewind, or even erase.

But it didn’t.

“Oh… okay,” I muttered under my breath. No one heard me.

And that’s because I wasn’t talking to them.

I was talking to the part of me that was starting to let go. Of control. Of mercy. Of fucking everything.

And, oh. Nagel was watching the show?

Didn’t he need a chair or something? Maybe some popcorn?

There! There was another man standing there. Obviously a guard. I could see the bulge in his pants. He was smirking. I bet he’d never been to a live porn performance before.

Wait… Let’s see… His eyes… They were just about the perfect size. I could easily pluck them out with two fingers.

Perfect. I’d registered his face in my head.

Now, I also had to make sure to know who the seasoned videographer was. The one who brought the phone so close that the whole bcrew /balmost saw my Kasmine’s bare pussy… Almost.

I was already beginning to imagine how he’d look without his btwo /bbeyes/b, two hands, and two legs while still alive.

Perfect. That’s what his punishment should look like. I knew exactly how to achieve that.

“Turn it off!” Non yelled at Saint, who sat with a nk expression, looking at me like he enjoyed seeing me unravel in his presenceb. /b

“Let. Him. Watch.” Saint counted his words.

“What the fuck is the point?” Non charged toward theptop, but Saint didn’t even flinch.

b“/bbA /blittle madness. You’ll see. That was all Saint said.

Every fucking threat Kasmine threw at Kex was sessfully registered in my head, and I’ll be sure to give her the front row while dishing out his punishment to him.

I crouched slowly, and my hand finally lifted just to touch the screen. To touch her.

Her face was stained with tears and blood. But her eyes… her eyes were fire. She spat words I never knew she had in her.

That, right there, was my fucking Luna!

I was so proud of her. I could lick the skin beneath her feet right now. She looked like a fucking viiness. Fuck.

She fought. So hard.

And guess what?

Kex finally stood and stepped back.

I almost felt relief. Almost.

Until he said, “Get me the branding iron.” And I stopped breathing.

The words didn’t register at first. My brain had tlined. But my ears? My ears were cursed. They heard it clearly.

The other guard, who was the standby audience, hurried out and in less than five seconds, he was back with a burning red iron that bore a symbol. I’d seen that symbol before, but couldn’t even piece it out. Because my brain was dead at the moment, and everything in me had gone sluggish. Like my neurons decided they’d had enough and went on strike.

But believe me when I say I’d pick a branding iron over Kex’s cock. This might be my dumb self thinking, because I had already waved my sense of reasoning goodbye. But between watching my girl get vited by that son of a bitch and watching her get burned, I’d take the fire.

Although I heard someone call it “The mark of Ja.” But I didn’t pay attention.

I just watched with thest surviving brain cell I had how Kex grinned, shing those teeth I’d pluck off one after the other, before he ced the iron on my girl’s chest, just a little above her left breast.

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Everything inside me stopped. And in that moment, I wasn’t Kester anymore. I wasn’t even an Alpha anymore. Not even Kasmine’s mate. Neither was I even a man.

I was just a weapon who had just been triggered.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

The next scene might be a little too gory for some readers. So, if you don’t blike /bblood and torture, kindly skip.