13. Hux
Chapter 13
Hux
Hux
M ichelle's voice pierces the silence of the corridor, her anger drawing me out of my bored stupor. The cell door swings open at her command, and she storms in with purpose, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her normally neat bun is unraveling, strands of hair framing her flushed face.
"Good morning, Michelle. What brings you here?"
Her eyes blaze with fury as she strides toward me, Jordan trailing behind her like a loyal guard. "That little bitch of a stray…"
I break eye contact, stroking my beard for a moment. Michelle grows impatient, stepping into my space and shoving my chest when I don't respond. Lazily, I look up at her, a smile spreading across my face, and a dark chuckle escapes me.
"Seeing you like this, Michelle, it's quite amusing. The best form of entertainment I've had in a while," I remark, relishing the sight of her anger.
"I'll kill her," she growls through gritted teeth.
"And who will we be killing?" I ask, canting my head to the side as I study her carefully. My smile widens into a predatory grin, my eyes glinting with anticipation.
"That omega, Kaylani Fairchild. She thought she could mess with the Sterlings and get away with it," Michelle scoffs. Her face contorts with rage as she paces the cell.
My smile has been replaced with a fury of my own. If she thinks she will get away with harming my kitten, she has another thing coming.
"What did she do, Michelle?" I ask my voice tight. Keeping my emotions fully in check.
"Adam forced the bond with that stray. But when she didn't bite him back, he went feral. He’s obsessed with her now, and it’s ruining everything! My plans for the breeding facility, to find him the perfect omega, are up in flames with her still around. She has to die."
My heart hammers in my chest as I process what she is saying. The omegas, the facility, the perfect next-generation pack… was all to fix Adam? And now Kay was going to be punished, and I was stuck down here.
"She didn't ask for this," I growl menacingly, my hands curling into fists. "Adam's actions are his own. Force him to break the damn bond." I demand through clenched teeth.
Michelle's eyes narrow at my reaction. "You think breaking the bond verbally will be enough to free Adam? He's obsessed. He won't let go that easily. No. her dying is the only way"
"Kaylani is not to blame for this," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "She didn't choose to be bonded with him."
"That's why she must die. If she would have maybe this wouldn't have happened. And now it's the only way to free Adam once and for all," Michelle insists, her voice laced with desperation.
"So, your plan is to kill her?" I ask, barely keeping my rage in check. "You think that will solve everything?"
"It's the only way," she repeats, her voice wavering. "With Kaylani dead, Adam will be free, and we can proceed with finding the perfect omega through the breeding facility. If things don't work out with Candice of course."
I scoff in disbelief. All these omegas down here suffering under the illusion one may be his match.
"You better pray your plan doesn't come to fruition, Michelle," I warn, stepping closer. "Because if anything happens to Kaylani, I'll make sure you regret it."
"You're stuck in here. There's no way you can stop me," she says with false bravado, but I can visibly see her shrink inside herself. At the end of the day, she's still an omega, and I am an alpha. She might have her minions to back her up, but we both know who truly has the power here.
"Oh, you thought your little puppet of a son was untouchable, did you?" I taunt, with a sudden burst of laughter. I lean back against the wall, my demeanor shifting from amusement to something darker. She is just as delusional as her son is.
"She's dead," Michelle growls again. "I'll kill her myself!"
Michelle's jaw clenches, her hands balling into fists. "I don't fear you Owen," she retorts, though her voice lacks conviction.
I meet her gaze with unwavering intensity. "You should," I reply, my tone dripping with menace. "Do you not remember who my father was?"
A dark smirk plays on my lips. My father was known for his cruel and unusual tactics. And the longer I stay locked up in this shit-hole, the more of his darkness seems to seep from my pores.
I stand and take a predatory step toward her.
Before Michelle can react, I seize her by the throat. She gasps in shock, her nails digging into my forearm, but I tighten my grip, unyielding.
"You touch her, you die," I declare, squeezing harder. Michelle coughs and struggles against my hold. "You touch my sister. You die." I squeeze harder, her eyes practically bulging from her head. "You touch any of my pack and I'll make you beg for death."
Beside us, Jordan produces a vial of amber liquid, and without hesitation, I increase the pressure on her delicate throat. Her struggles become frantic, her eyes practically bugging out of her head. But I show no mercy. I channel my father's fury, relishing the fear in her eyes.
"You may be in control for now, Michelle, but you won't be for long," I growl, my voice laced with venom. "So bring it. Give it your best shot, because when it's my turn…" I trail off, leaving the rest of my threat unspoken, a malicious smile tugging at my lips.
I feel a prick in the side of my neck, and it sends a wave of dizziness through me, the drugs taking hold, weakening my grip and clouding my thoughts. I'll gladly take every lash, every drop of her rage, if it means that my kitten is free.