The Alpha's Gamble - Chapter 79: Chapter 79
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NOAH
Please, run.
I wanted him to tuck his tail between his legs and head for the mountains. I wanted the chase. Onyx was sharpening his claws and biting in the air, and he wanted out.
The thought of sinking his teeth into warm flesh and ripping out Landon’s lung was making Onyx nearly impossible to contain. And also, I didn’t want to. I wanted him free, running, marking Landon with bites so deep that blood would be gushing out of them for the rest of his life.
“Noah, what the hell is this?” The black fog circled the hallway and chained his feet to the floor, blocking my view of Tilly behind him.
“Where’s your phone?” Landon’s eyes doubled and flickered around the room. He lifted his hands and shook his head.
“I don’t know, man, but calm down, take a breath.” It took less than a second before I had him lifted off the ground, my claws slowly extending, piercing the first layer of skin around his neck.
A few cuts slit my skin when he clawed at my hands, and his eyes glowed yellow when he forced his wolf out in panic to protect him. I could push him back, make him submit, send his wolf back into his mind using one word, but something about seeing the panic in his eyes and watching him desperately clasp at my hands, choking on his pleas for one shallow breath to pass through his lungs, was fucking satisfying and I didn’t want it to end. I relished in it. Like a scene in a movie I couldn’t turn away from. Afraid that if I blink, I’ll lose one sweet, euphoric second.
“Where the fuck is your phone?” He lifted a shaky hand- it looked like a fucking vibration plate- and tried to point, but the result was embarrassing.
“It’s here!” Tilly clutched the blanket while she grabbed his pants from the floor and dug around in his pocket. “Here!” With wide eyes and a quivering lip, she handed me the phone and immediately stepped back behind Landon, not that he was doing much to protect her right now.
I twisted my arm and threw him across the room, aiming for the TV, but was pleasantly surprised when half of him broke the boards of the bookshelves his dad had installed around it. Slivers and trinkets fell on top of him, and I heard the creak from the TV arm pushing the screws out, and I couldn’t help the smile when it fell on his head like a glorious hat.
What a finale. Now he better fucking stay there.
“Password.” Tilly shivered, stammering on her words before finally giving me the six digits.
“6-4-3-7-1-9.”
I scrolled through the naked pics of Tilly, every pic he had of us, and the random crap he decided was worth eternalizing with a picture. I scrolled through his entire fucking album but the video wasn’t there. I looked up over the screen and saw Landon scrambling on all fours, throwing the TV aside, and fumbling over broken glass. It had to be somewhere on his phone. He’d never remove it on his own volition. After a bunch of bullshit apps, I saw one with a lock on it: LockIt.
Bingo. I grabbed the corner of the couch, my claws dug into the foam, and it slid like skates on ice out of my way while I walked over to the sack of meat and bones bleeding from the shards stuck in his flesh.
I kicked my foot flat against his abdomen, and Landon did a full spin before landing on his back, the glass pressing into his ribs, painting his mother’s beloved carpet with her son’s blood.
My hand slashed through the air, and I fell to a knee, sinking my claws into his chest.
“Here,” I handed him the phone.
“Unlock it.” Blood spewed when he coughed, and a crimson line traced down his jaw, but I knew exactly how deep my claws were digging and felt his warm flesh hug my first knuckle. I stopped. Any deeper and his healing would take longer, so unless he provoked me, I’d be merciful.
Once inside the app, he handed it back, but I shook my head.
“Find the video.” He tapped; he’d delete it.
“You told him to.”
“Shut it, Onyx.” Faded red lines painted the screen, and he held it up.
“Delete it,” I ordered.
“Don’t even think about leaving,” I heard her scrambling for her clothes, her feet pressing into the plastic mat on the floor. Tilly froze and pulled her clothes against her chest. She nodded in compliance with a ragged breath, and her head shot down.
“Here,” he stuttered and winced with a baritone grunt when I pulled my claws out. Landon’s chest rose and sank with wheezing breaths, and I ripped the phone from his hand and threw it against the wall, watching the pieces fall onto the floor. One down, how many more to go?
Fuck. Let’s just go.
Please, run.
I wanted him to tuck his tail between his legs and head for the mountains. I wanted the chase. Onyx was sharpening his claws and biting in the air, and he wanted out.
The thought of sinking his teeth into warm flesh and ripping out Landon’s lung was making Onyx nearly impossible to contain. And also, I didn’t want to. I wanted him free, running, marking Landon with bites so deep that blood would be gushing out of them for the rest of his life.
“Noah, what the hell is this?” The black fog circled the hallway and chained his feet to the floor, blocking my view of Tilly behind him.
“Where’s your phone?” Landon’s eyes doubled and flickered around the room. He lifted his hands and shook his head.
“I don’t know, man, but calm down, take a breath.” It took less than a second before I had him lifted off the ground, my claws slowly extending, piercing the first layer of skin around his neck.
A few cuts slit my skin when he clawed at my hands, and his eyes glowed yellow when he forced his wolf out in panic to protect him. I could push him back, make him submit, send his wolf back into his mind using one word, but something about seeing the panic in his eyes and watching him desperately clasp at my hands, choking on his pleas for one shallow breath to pass through his lungs, was fucking satisfying and I didn’t want it to end. I relished in it. Like a scene in a movie I couldn’t turn away from. Afraid that if I blink, I’ll lose one sweet, euphoric second.
“Where the fuck is your phone?” He lifted a shaky hand- it looked like a fucking vibration plate- and tried to point, but the result was embarrassing.
“It’s here!” Tilly clutched the blanket while she grabbed his pants from the floor and dug around in his pocket. “Here!” With wide eyes and a quivering lip, she handed me the phone and immediately stepped back behind Landon, not that he was doing much to protect her right now.
I twisted my arm and threw him across the room, aiming for the TV, but was pleasantly surprised when half of him broke the boards of the bookshelves his dad had installed around it. Slivers and trinkets fell on top of him, and I heard the creak from the TV arm pushing the screws out, and I couldn’t help the smile when it fell on his head like a glorious hat.
What a finale. Now he better fucking stay there.
“Password.” Tilly shivered, stammering on her words before finally giving me the six digits.
“6-4-3-7-1-9.”
I scrolled through the naked pics of Tilly, every pic he had of us, and the random crap he decided was worth eternalizing with a picture. I scrolled through his entire fucking album but the video wasn’t there. I looked up over the screen and saw Landon scrambling on all fours, throwing the TV aside, and fumbling over broken glass. It had to be somewhere on his phone. He’d never remove it on his own volition. After a bunch of bullshit apps, I saw one with a lock on it: LockIt.
Bingo. I grabbed the corner of the couch, my claws dug into the foam, and it slid like skates on ice out of my way while I walked over to the sack of meat and bones bleeding from the shards stuck in his flesh.
I kicked my foot flat against his abdomen, and Landon did a full spin before landing on his back, the glass pressing into his ribs, painting his mother’s beloved carpet with her son’s blood.
My hand slashed through the air, and I fell to a knee, sinking my claws into his chest.
“Here,” I handed him the phone.
“Unlock it.” Blood spewed when he coughed, and a crimson line traced down his jaw, but I knew exactly how deep my claws were digging and felt his warm flesh hug my first knuckle. I stopped. Any deeper and his healing would take longer, so unless he provoked me, I’d be merciful.
Once inside the app, he handed it back, but I shook my head.
“Find the video.” He tapped; he’d delete it.
“You told him to.”
“Shut it, Onyx.” Faded red lines painted the screen, and he held it up.
“Delete it,” I ordered.
“Don’t even think about leaving,” I heard her scrambling for her clothes, her feet pressing into the plastic mat on the floor. Tilly froze and pulled her clothes against her chest. She nodded in compliance with a ragged breath, and her head shot down.
“Here,” he stuttered and winced with a baritone grunt when I pulled my claws out. Landon’s chest rose and sank with wheezing breaths, and I ripped the phone from his hand and threw it against the wall, watching the pieces fall onto the floor. One down, how many more to go?
Fuck. Let’s just go.
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