36. Something Much Better
Haera
The bond in her heart was fully engaged, pouring revolt and anger into her bloodstream that swiftly doused the burn of pleasure. In the next split segund, as Zyadon’s command for her to come was still echoing into her ears, screams erupted around her. Panic seared her senses as the high-pitched sounds of terror increased in volume, and then, relief jolted through her, cold like the depths of an ocean. Theos. She could feel him. She struggled to get her eyes to open to no avail. The more she struggled to return to full awareness, the more the darkness behind her eyes expanded, lengthened, grew deeper and darker. Her hearing dulled. Unconsciousness finally claimed her.
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Theos
What Theos saw just before his presence burst into the room made anger surge impossibly hotter in his veins. Haera – unconscious, legs spread, four naked werewolves standing between her legs. Three men, stroking their cocks and staring at the place where she was most vulnerable; one woman. Her ex-best friend . Twelve other naked werewolves around the room, already deeply entrenched in the throes of their orgy. The core of his being was breaking down. The universe was crumbling around him. He couldn’t even spare a drop of his attention. His entire focus was burning into the man who had his hand between his mate’s legs. Stroking while the bond in her heart so clearly revolted against his touch. The man whose voice was commanding her to come for him.
When the weight of his presence landed in the room and sent shockwaves of energy into everyone present, screams of pain erupted. The bond in his heart dipped into silence.
The memory of Regos’ anguished plea for him to call for help before he did anything brash that was playing between his ears faded into the background of the crunching of bones as he tightened his left fist. When their bones could no longer contract, when their lungs could no longer sustain their screams, when their blood drained down their faces and into the crevices of their connected bodies until the flow emptied their veins, they fell to the ground in a collective thud that sent tremors through the scuffed wooden floors and up the panelled walls. The life-light inside their bodies oozed up and out through their mouths, rushing back to their maker. The silvery whisps of light melded into the burning swath of energy around his body.
He heard himself growl when the terrified faces of the six remaining werewolves turned to face him. Recognition bloomed once more in Alanis’ face. Then, fear.
“Why did you think that this would have worked in your favour?” Theos seethed. Ruby-red trails oozed down his chin from the veins that were shattering and reforming over and over inside him. “Let me guess,” he whispered, gesturing at Haera though his eyes never moved away from the four he’d pinned in place with his outstretched right hand. “Methedine?” He settled his attention on Zyadon. “You thought that if she was unconscious, the bond would be useless, and you’d get to have your way?”
Theos felt the universe tremble as it came undone. Stars were falling, losing grip on the place he’d hung each one.
“Do you understand nothing ?” His voice was a harsh whisper. He felt their heartbeats thundering. “For all the ancient knowledge of religion and rituals that is embedded into your veins, did you think you could outsmart me? For all the people you could have set your sights on, did you think you would be spared the wrath that would descend onto you for harming the one that is mine?”
Theos’ smile was crazed, his eyes bloodshot and bleeding as the vessels in his eyes did the same as everywhere else in his body. Regos would be angry with him. But he was too far gone to stop. Too bloodthirsty to care. Too heartbroken to do anything else but avenge her.
His fists tightened. Four more bodies crashed to the floor, blood relieving itself from the sockets as their eyeballs rolled across the floor towards him. Only Zyadon and Alanis remained .
Theos tilted his head at them. “You two,” he grinned, swiping at his bleeding nose before breaking out into maniacal laughter. “Death is too good for you two.” He waved a hand, banishing them to the heart of Olympus’ largest prison.
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Zyadon & Alanis
As they crashed into the burning hot Obsidian stone that melted their skin until their blood evaporated as it fell from their veins, they heard Theos’ final whisper even through their own screams.
“For you two, I have something much better.”
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Theos
Finally alone with Haera, Theos approached her, already fearing the worst. His eyes raked over her. Long white hair tangled around her from thrashing against the thick leather binds keeping her arms and legs firmly bound to the concrete table. Her usually vibrant skin was pale, more grey-black than the rich chocolate brown it always was. Large dark bruises were splotched across her hips, and the softness between her thighs was swollen from the abuse.
It was then that his aura dipped into blackness, creative force destabilizing until it could hardly be contained inside his body. He ground his jaw together and forced himself to naturalize, only long enough for him to free her from her binds, teleport to Olympus, and set her down in his bed in soft, white sheets.
When he stalked out of the room and down the hall, his aura dipped back into thundering, raging blackness.