The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 94: Little Game

I stepped directly in front of him. The moment his eyes found mine, his expression crumpled. The last bit of color drained from his face, sweat trickling down his temple and shimmering in the dim light. His jaw trembled.

I gave him a wide grin, letting my fangs show. He couldn’t look away if he tried.

Raising my hand, I extended a single claw and pointed it straight at his chest.

"Last chance, Jack," I said, the words almost gentle. "Make it easy on yourself. Tell me what I want to know."

His gaze dropped to the ground, his lips trembling, but no sound came out. I could feel the wolf in him stirring, caught right on the edge between submission and rebellion. He was trying to cling to whatever pride he had left for his mate.

So be it.

I exhaled slowly, the smile never leaving my face. "Alright then."

Turning on my heel, I crossed the room and grabbed the small metal cart tucked into the shadows. Its squeaking wheels cut through the silence as I rolled it forward. Jack stiffened instantly, the scent of his fear sharpening and turning sour in the air.

As the cart came into his line of sight, he froze. His body locked up, his breath catching so hard I thought his heart might actually stop from the shock. Then, he exploded into a frantic thrash against his chains.

Right as his panic spiked, I felt a sharp pull from the bond, Vivian. Her emotions tried to bleed into mine, urgent and frantic, but I shut them out cold. I couldn’t let her distract me right now. I’d check on her later.

"Don’t worry," I said, casually waving a hand toward the sharp instruments resting on the tray. "That’s for later." I crouched until I was at eye level. "Right now? I’m just going to peel your skin off, piece by piece, and maybe snap a few bones while I’m at it. I’d go for a punch or two, but let’s be honest... I might kill you too quickly, and I’d hate to cut this short."

My beast rumbled in agreement, practically salivating at the anticipation. Around us, the shadows thickened again, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Jack’s terror-filled eyes reflected the storm he was about to endure. The darkness hadn’t finished with him yet. Not even close.

I dragged my claws across his chest, slow and deliberate. Four clean gashes split his skin wide open. Jack let out a strangled cry, pain seeping from his lungs along with the blood. His body jolted against the chair, the chains clinking in rhythm with his agony. The wounds bled heavily, and then... sluggish and slow... they began to knit back together.

I met his gaze. His face was slick with cold sweat, his teeth gritted as he shot me a glare dripping with venom. But that hatred was premature; we hadn’t even truly started yet.

Reaching out, I grabbed the torn fabric of his shirt and shredded it the rest of the way off, baring his torso to the cold air. I didn’t want anything getting in the way of what came next. If he was lucky, I wouldn’t make it to his back. But men in his position were rarely lucky.