You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 31

together we would go to the dining hall. I would stand behind him as he ate, both of us listening to the other wolves as they remarked on my training for the day, and the results of this would determine whether I ate when everyone else was done. Nine times out of ten, I didn’t get food. No matter how hard I fought, how much I applied myself in classes, the effort I put in, the other wolves would always say I was useless, spoiled, and pampered, ungrateful for my blessings. Some could even deliver the punishments themselves if they were particularly put out or felt slighted personally by my actions.

I took up position outside the doorway, frowning to myself as the minutes ticked by and my father didn’t show. Something was wrong. My dad had a schedule that worked like clockwork - I should know, I had been punished enough times for breaking this, even by seconds. He liked his life to be an ordered structure from one thing to the next. He said that it helped his warriors know where he was, so that if he was ever late, they knew something was wrong and they could sound the alarm, letting the pack know that we were more than likely under attack. I think it was because he was a control freak. Not that I would dare to utter that out loud.

I knocked on my father’s door, shrinking back as his Beta answered, a smug grin slashing over his mouth.

“Is- is my father ready?”

“Is that the time already, young Khaos? Go see for yourself...” I scowled as I passed him, finding the whole situation unnerving. I had never been allowed in here. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, warning me to leave and leave fast. If only I could.

I heard a woman crying as I crossed the living quarters, heading for the bedroom. I swallowed down the fear, ignoring the sweat that had broken out across my body.

“Father?” I called out as I knocked on the door. I could smell something, something strong and earthy, almost metallic. I knocked again, harder this time. I heard another scream, this one muffled.

I went to turn the handle.

“What the fuck are you all doing?” I jumped back at the angry sound of my mother’s voice. “Where is your father?” She demanded, pushing me to the side as she flung the door open. Both of us gasped at the scene laid out before us.

My father and a warrior were kneeling on the bed, a woman in between them. They hadn’t even seemed to notice the intrusion, too immersed in their sick game. The warrior had his cock in the woman’s arse, streaks of blood covering his shaft. Her breasts were riddled with painful-looking bites, the teeth marks deep in her skin, one of her nipples completely bitten off.

My dad stood in front of her with his dick in her mouth, slapping her face as he grunted his pleasure. I gagged as I saw the teeth on the table beside them, explaining the insane amount of blood coming from her mouth. My mother screamed at the gruesome sight, and finally, they all turned to look at us. My father grinned wickedly as he grabbed the girl’s jaw and pulled her hair back, revealing the face I knew all too well.

“I guess the mating won’t be taking place after all,” he laughed. He pulled his dick out of Louisa’s mouth and sauntered over to us. “Smile, Khaos, you look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” He slapped my cheek, leaving a handprint of blood, and laughed as he pushed past me. I looked back at the bed and saw Louisa slumped over, struggling to breathe through the pain. The warrior didn’t stop his pounding, roaring his satisfaction with every pathetic little sob she gave.

I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat and started to move towards her - she may have been a first-class bitch to me, but she didn’t deserve this. I could never live with myself if I left her here. I hadn’t taken a single step when my mother grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, dropping her hand quickly as though she couldn’t bear even that slight moment of contact. I spun around to glare at her and saw her eyes shining bright with tears. She shook her head, warning me not to interfere, that it would only mean bad news for me. For the first time, I saw pity written on her face and a ping of regret before she brought her emotionless wall back down over her features and turned away from me.

Chapter 8

Ryssa

That boy needed to go.

After Drake destroyed his mate, Khaos had been a different child. Goddess knew he wasn’t happy about that choice mating we had forced him upon him. He had actively avoided Louisa whenever she was around, going out of his way to remain out of her company – sometimes deliberately doing things that would get him punished. Yet something inside of him had snapped at seeing that poor girl brutalised.

Who am I kidding? Anyone would have snapped at seeing something like that. Anyone with a right mind that is.

I hadn’t snapped.

I had barely felt anything to be honest. It was just one more girl that Drake had taken something from. That particular list was growing bigger by the day.

I had turned to Khaos, ready to laugh at his pain but all I saw was such rage, a burning hatred for everyone around him. Instead of laughing, I felt like crying. For the first time, I felt real regret and if I’m honest, a flicker of fear about the monster we were creating.

A slap here, a nasty word there - it had all seemed so inconsequential. It wasn’t as though I suddenly wanted to