Chapter 28 #3
Just this morning Shiloh had been hot over the fact Sarang had kidnapped him.
But that was different.
That was Sarang.
Sarang, who Dio would absolutely shoot without any hesitation.
“Bite,” Shiloh croaked, grateful he could even do that.
Diogenes stilled over him. “What was that?”
“Bite.” He sucked in a breath, surprised when some of the tightness in his chest loosened. “Me.”
They could only take a claimed mate once in their lifetime, and if he wasted it here on Dio, he would never get the chance to be Sarang’s. But…He couldn’t let him die. Even if that meant Sarang could no longer stand by his side. If it meant being tossed aside by his true alpha.
Shiloh would rather lose him than watch him killed.
Diogenes, however, would suffer greatly. The second he regained control of his limbs, he’d make the man pay for all of this. Once the alpha was dead, the bond would die with him. It would leave Shiloh feeling empty, unable to get wet for anyone else during his heats, but whatever, that—
At his sides, his fingers twitched.
Was the drug wearing off already? There was no way. Diogenes wasn’t an idiot. He would have dosed Shiloh with something strong enough to keep him down for hours.
“You aren’t serious?” Dio searched his face, but it wasn’t like Shiloh could do much emoting at the moment. “You’re willing to accept the bite to spare him?”
Shiloh nodded his head almost imperceptibly, and Dio must have been too shocked to realize he shouldn’t have been able to move at all, because the only reaction he gave was his mouth dropping open.
The drug was definitely wearing off. In another minute or so, Shiloh might even be able to fight back. His eyes drifted toward Sarang.
His alpha was strung taut, still glaring at Diogenes, one hand gripping a knife already covered in blood. There was a furrow in his brow, almost as though he was concentrating on something, and he’d gone very pale.
Life-bond.
It clicked all at once.
Sarang could control qi. He must be using the connection between them to filter out the drug from Shiloh’s system. He had no clue how that worked exactly, but he wasn’t about to get hung up on the details.
“Fine,” Diogenes growled a moment later, his anger palpable. “Once you’re mine, you’ll see for yourself how little he meant.”
Dio buried his teeth into the crook of Shiloh’s neck.
“Now!” Sarang yelled almost at the same time, and Shiloh reacted to his alpha without hesitation.
Using all of the strength he could muster, he shoved, twisting them on the bed so that he was now straddling Dio. He sat up, tearing teeth from his neck, blood spurting down his chest and over Dio.
The gun clattered to the ground, just out of reach, but Sarang called out to him again and tossed the dagger he’d been holding with ease.
Shiloh’s hand reached up, catching the handle of the weapon. He leaned back, aimed low, and then slashed.
The blade went through Dio’s penis at the root, severing it from the rest of him. Dio screamed and writhed beneath Shiloh, blood gushing from the gaping hole where his cock used to be.
He tossed the knife aside and then pulled himself forward, still struggling to control his limbs, but able to gain enough access to reach down and yank the pouch of marbles from the pants that’d been discarded and left next to them.
Using his weight, he kept Dio pinned, then opened the drawstring with his teeth.
There was no need to pry Dio’s mouth open since the guy hadn’t stopped wailing like a little bitch since Shiloh had given him the penectomy.
“You’re wrong,” Shiloh declared. “I can love. And since you want my love so badly, here.” He emptied the entire content of marbles down Dios’ throat and then slammed a palm over his mouth and nose, cutting off oxygen. “Choke on it.”
He regained strength in his thighs and pressed down when Dio tried bucking him, too focused on watching the terror and tears in the other man’s eyes to notice when Sarang reached them.
His alpha picked up the knife and then dragged it across Dio’s throat, cutting almost an inch deep through tendon and muscle.
Marbles and gore burst out, but Shiloh only got a moment to watch before he was hauled up and away from Dio’s dying form.
“Get out!” Sarang commanded, and it took Shiloh a second to realize he was talking to Tull, Bishop, and one other soldier who’d also witnessed the whole humiliating show.
Sarang carried Shiloh to it and then shoved him against the stone parapet.
He lifted him partially over it, so his ass was in the air, Shiloh’s head dangled slightly over the edge.
Below, hovercars zipped on the streets. He seemed to catch himself then, freezing with his hands holding Shiloh by the waist.
“Are you all right?” he asked, the sound gravely, as though it was taking all of his willpower to ask the question and not just keep doing what he’d clearly been about to do.
In response, Shiloh let out a wave of his suggestive omega pheromones. “Do me a favor, and erase him from my memory, Rang.”
That was all the incentive his alpha needed.