Savage AwakeningAlpha Pack - 2 by J.D. Tyler
One
Still, he found the strength to snarl his rage between strokes, his wolf clawing desperately to be free. To rip Orson Chappells minions to shreds, starting with the bastard currently wielding the whip and then moving on to Beryl, his malicious bitch of a stepsister. The pair of them were an open sore on the worlds ass. Hed take great pleasure in tearing out their throats, but not before making them scream as theyd done to him. And then hed track down the big boss himself. Drag him from under the rock where he was hiding and butcher him, too.
Slowly. Painfully, so that the fucker squealed like a piglet as Arics wolf devoured him alive.
Here, Piggy, Piggy, let me in!
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!
No problem, asshole. Ill just incinerate your door, come right in, and watch you piss your pants as I unleash my beast
Another blow fell, shattering the inner dialogue as liquid agony scored him from shoulder to hip.
Ahhh! Fuck fuck this b-bastards
With every stroke, it became harder to retain his hold on sanity. Beryls efforts were beginning to pay off. After weeks of this hellish trip into Psycholand, the unbelievable pain, he was close to the breaking point.
Hed never dreamed there were so many methods of brutal torture. Or that hed be forced to sample every fuckin one of them.
He wasnt aware the whipping had stopped until a hand cupped his chin and thrust his head up. Beryls flat, soulless eyes bored into his, searching for weakness, for the knowledge that stepbrother dearest was finally a broken husk. A gibbering pile of shit.
Sorry to disappoint, bitch, he whispered, his throat raw and aching. Im still in here. His mind might not be gone just yet, but screaming had stripped his voice during a session with Beryls handy silver knife. If he should get out of here, he might never recover, in more ways than one.
Good. Id be terribly put out if you gave up too quickly. One corner of her mouth curved up. As it is, you amuse me. So tenacious, my fierce brother.
Her touch made his skin crawl, but he didnt have the strength to jerk his chin out of her grasp. Even if she did set him free, he had nothing left. Despite his longing for vengeance, he didnt have the strength to let loose his raging wolf, let alone summon his gifts of fire or telekinesis. Pathetic.
Im surprised Chappell lets you play with his test subjects, he taunted.
A flash of something that mightve been unease interrupted the deadness in her eyes, then was gone. That isnt your concern.
He huffed a laugh that was more like a strangled rasp. He doesnt know. This kept getting better.
What? There. Again the flicker of alarm.
Despite the pain assailing his battered body, he sneered. Chappell doesnt know what youre doing to me down here, screwing with one of his lab rats. Wonder what hed do to his pet witch if he found out?
Flicking a lock of long auburn hair that was a shade darker than his own over her
shoulder, she affected a look of complete disinterest. He has more important concerns than one shifter.
Ill just bet.
Whether youre here or in the lab doesnt make a difference to you, anyway. Giving his face a hard squeeze, she shoved, snapping his head to the side. Youll be just as dead when Im done with you.
He didnt bother to answer. He knew his chances of escaping from either place dimmed with each day. Spinning on her heel, she turned and left, the gloom beyond his small patch of light swallowing her form and the click of her boots until he was once again alone with his grim thoughts.
How was Beryl involved in all of this? And why the special torture reserved for the older stepbrother shed barely bothered to know, and vice versa? Why the all-consuming hatred?
True, shed always been a self-absorbed bitch. From the day Arics mother had remarried and his stepdaddy had brought that strange, sullen teenaged nightmare home to play house, Aric had done his best to steer clear of her. Not always successfully, either. Joining the Navy SEALs, getting out of that pressure cooker of a house, had been a blessing.
Right up until his unit had been attacked by rogue wolf shifters in the mountains of Afghanistan and his world had been completely fucked. Forever.
If he was honest, he would have to admit that he hadnt been happy since hed lost his humanity. He loved his brothers on the Alpha Pack team, but when that last op had gone south, theyd given him up fast enough, hadnt they? Jax gave me up. To save his mate. When the chips were down, Aric was alone. As always. No one had come for him, and no one would. His throat tightened with emotion, burned with the tears he would never allow to fall. Maybe he was better off dead.
But he couldnt bring himself to give up. No, he wanted to live long enough to slaughter every single person responsible for his being in this hellhole, suffering this endless goddamned agony.