Chapter 139

I unsheathe the knife from my boot, making a show of releasing her bound hands. Immediately, she rubs at her swollen wrists as she sobs. Before she can turn to him, my hand seizes her arm tightly in my grasp as I stare Beckett down. "Do you remember when you slit my father's throat in front of me?" I don't wait for his reply as he sneers and makes to step forward, the knife in my hand quickly coming to rest at his wife's throat. "I'm afraid killing your own packmate is also quite the offense and this is time a for retribution, Beckett." Without giving him the chance to reply, I slide the knife across his wife's throat and watch her and listen to her gurgle for life as I push her down in front of his feet. He watches, wide-eyed as she chokes on her own blood in front of him. They're not true mates, I am not sure there had ever been a person designed for such a horrible man, or else I would have had the pleasure of watching him crumble in front of me as well.  "