Kaden’s POV
It had been a full day since she died, and I still didn’t know what to do with her body. I was just so completely confused.
Should I bury her in the pack burial grounds? No. It would feel like an insult to my people. She was an accused murderer, and burying her alongside loyal pack mbers would cause a riot.
Throw her into the woods for the scavengers? That was the logical choice—the old , the ruthless Alpha King, would have done it without blinking.
But I wasn’t that man anymore. I didn’t know who the fuck I was. All I knew was that the thought of letting her go completely made sothing inside my chest splinter.
The heavy doors to my chambers suddenly pushed open. I didn’t even look up at first, assuming it was Kane or Logan—the only two n alive who dared to enter my private space without permission.
But as the air shifted, I realized the scent was completely off. I snapped my head up.
Standing there was Tanya.
She stood there in a silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, her lips painted red like she thought this was so kind of seduction ga.
A dark, irritated scowl imdiately twisted my face. "What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice dropping into a dangerous warning.
Tanya didn’t back down. Instead, a smooth, confident smile spread across her face as she took a slow step toward . "Calm down, husband," she purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.
"I am not your husband," I snarled, standing up from my chair as my Alpha aura flared in warning. "Get the fuck out of my room. Now."
She refused to move. Instead, she closed the distance between us, her eyes locked onto mine with a desperate, hungry look. "I know what you need, Kaden. You miss your little prisoner, don’t you? You miss having a toy to break."
Disgust rolled through . We had fucked once years ago—before Helen, before the mate bond, when we were both young and stupid and our parents had pushed the alliance.
Despite being betrothed to her since we were young due to pack politics, I had never liked her. She was vain, power-hungry, and cruel.
That one night, she had pressured into it, claiming it would strengthen our bond and solidify our future alliance. It hadn’t. It had only left a bitter taste in my mouth and confird how little I wanted her.
Tanya let the robe slip from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, revealing her naked body—full breasts, narrow waist, her shaved pussy already glistening.
She climbed onto my massive bed without invitation, spreading her legs wide, showing everything. Two slender fingers slid down her stomach and pushed inside her pussy with a wet sound.
She moaned theatrically, pumping them in and out, her other hand pinching her nipple.
"Fuck , Master," she purred, her eyes half-lidded. "Use like you used her. I can take it. I’m stronger than that pathetic bitch."
I watched her for a long mont, the disgust twisting into sothing darker. Anger. Rage. A need to punish. To remind her exactly who she was dealing with.
If I didn’t shut her up now, she would never stop. I stood up slowly.
Tanya’s eyes lit with triumph—until she saw the look on my face.
I crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her by the throat, and slamd her down onto the bed. Hard. Her gasp cut off as my fingers tightened.
"You want to be fucked like her?" I hissed, my voice ice-cold. "Then you’ll get it."
I shoved her legs apart brutally, not bothering with any foreplay. My cock was already hard—not from desire for her, but from the dark, vicious need clawing at my chest.
I freed myself and drove into her in one savage thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, unprepared heat.
Tanya choked out a cry, her back arching sharply. "Kaden—!"
I didn’t let her finish. I pulled back and slamd in again, harder, setting a punishing rhythm that made the heavy bedfra slam violently against the wall.
My hand stayed locked around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes water and her pussy flutter around in panic. Every brutal thrust made wet, obscene sounds echo through the room as I fucked her like I hated her. Because right now, I did.
I slapped her breast hard, the crack of skin on skin sharp and vicious. Then again. And again. Her pale skin blood with angry red handprints. She whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
"Kaden... stop... please, it hurts—"
I laughed, low and cruel, and choked her harder while I drove deeper, grinding against her cervix with every rciless snap of my hips.
I leaned down, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, then slapped her face—once, twice—before grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at .
"You wanted this," I growled, pounding into her so violently the bed creaked dangerously under us. "You ca in here thinking you could replace her? You’re nothing. A desperate, used-up bitch."
Her walls clenched around involuntarily as she sobbed, her body shaking violently. I fucked her through it, relentless, my hips slamming against her ass with bruising force.
I wrapped both hands around her throat now, squeezing as I fucked her without rcy. Her face turned pink, then an alarming red, her eyes rolling back as she gasped for air that wouldn’t co.
Tears stread down her cheeks in rivers. "Kaden... stop... I can’t—please—I’m sorry—Kaden, stop!"
I didn’t stop. I fucked her harder, using her body like a worthless toy, my thrusts savage and brutal. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Her pussy was soaked despite the pain, dripping down my balls as I destroyed her.
I choked her tighter, watching her struggle, feeling nothing but cold fury. No pleasure. Just the need to break her arrogance.
When she started going limp beneath , her eyes fluttering, her body on the very brink of passing out, I finally loosened my grip just enough for her to suck in one desperate, wheezing breath.
I pulled out abruptly, flipped her onto her stomach, and shoved back in from behind, mounting her like a beast. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back painfully as I rutted into her soaked, abused cunt with even more force.
She was crying openly now, her body limp and shaking. "Kaden... stop... I can’t take anymore... please!"
I fucked her through her broken sobs, choking her intermittently, slapping her ass and the back of her thighs until they were raw and red. Not once did I chase my own release. There was no pleasure in this for —only punishnt. Only rage.
When she was nearly unconscious, her voice reduced to weak, broken whimpers and her body completely slack, I finally pulled out and shoved her away like garbage.
She collapsed onto the sheets, gasping, coughing violently, tears and drool soaking the pillow, her thighs quivering with the aftermath of the brutal assault.
I stood over her, breathing hard, my cock still hard and painful.
"Next ti you pull a stunt like this," I said, my voice deadly calm and low, "I won’t stop. I will fuck you until you’re dead. Do you understand , Tanya?"
She nodded weakly, unable to speak, her body curled in on itself in a trembling ball.
"Get the fuck out of my sight."
She crawled off the bed, grabbing her robe with shaking hands, and stumbled toward the door, limping badly.
I stood there breathing hard, looking down at the space where Tanya had just been, but my mind didn’t stay on her for even a second. Instead, an image of Rebecca flashed behind my eyes, hitting like a physical blow.
God, she was so much better.
Even when I had her locked in the darkest corners of my dungeons, even when she was broken, bleeding, and fighting for every breath, Rebecca had a strength that Tanya could never copy.
Rebecca never had to fake her groans, never had to play cheap gas to get my attention, and her scent—even mixed with the tallic tang of blood—was always thousands of tis sweeter than the expensive perfus Tanya used to hide her rotten core.
Fucking Tanya felt like rolling in dirt, but just the mory of Rebecca’s skin under my hands made my chest ache with a hunger I couldn’t control. She was a masterpiece.
I quickly pulled on my clothes, buttoning my shirt with harsh, jerking movents as the door swung open again. I expected it to be Tanya’s guards coming to help her, but instead, Kane walked in.
The room was still thick with the heavy scent of raw sex, sweat, and dominance, but Kane didn’t even blink. He didn’t care about Tanya, and he didn’t care about what had just happened on my bed.
His face was dead pale, his breathing frantic, and his eyes were completely wide with panic.
"Where is her body?" Kane demanded, his voice cracking as he stepped right into my space. "Kaden, where is she? I just went to her quarters, and she’s gone. I can’t find it in the room."
I froze, my hand stopping halfway down my shirt. A sudden, ice-cold chill cut right through the lingering heat in my veins, replacing my rage with an instant, suffocating dread.
I stood up straight, my heart dropping heavily into my stomach. "What the hell do you an?" I asked, my voice tight.
Kane rushed forward, grabbing the front of my collar, his fingers digging into the fabric. He looked completely unhinged, his chest heaving as he stared into my eyes with total desperation.
"Kaden, tell you didn’t do it!" Kane shouted, his voice shaking the walls. "You threw her away, didn’t you?! The mont my back was turned, you had Logan take her out to the woods! You lied to !"
"No!" I roared back, shoving his hands off my chest with a force that made him stumble back. The accusation stung, but the sudden wave of fear hitting my system was even louder.
"No! I didn’t touch her! I gave strict orders to leave her in that room!"
"Then explain why her body is no longer in the room!" Kane scread back, his fists clenched at his sides. "The room is empty; she is gone!"
My mind went completely blank. I didn’t wait to hear another word. Pushing past Kane so hard his shoulder slamd against the doorfra, I stord out of my chambers.
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