The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 95: Broken Bones

My hand was around his throat before he could finish the sentence. I yanked him up, chair and all, lifting him until we were eye to eye. His feet scraped uselessly against the concrete, the chains rattling in violent protest.

I brought him in close, my breath a snarl against his face as my beast coiled in fury within me, trying to break free.

"You just made your biggest mistake Alpha god."

"So, it is a he, then?" I asked, keeping my tone deceptively even, though I could feel the fury breaking through my expression.

Jack’s eyes rolled back, a silent act of defiance, or perhaps unconsciousness trying to claim him, but I still found it rude.

I dropped him without warning, letting the chair slam back down.

"You’ll talk. They always do," I said flatly, dusting off my hands. "And don’t think I have forgotten the little bitch comment."

My jaw clenched as I stepped forward again. Grabbing his right leg, I yanked it up, stretching it high in the air at an awkward, agonizing angle. My fingers closed tight around his ankle. With one swift, relentless jerk to the side, the bone cracked and snapped like a dry twig.

His howl of agony ripped through the air. I let the severed leg drop, the grotesque sight of bone protruding from torn muscle hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

He thrashed and moaned, desperate to escape the pain, but I was already reaching for his other leg. When he tried to kick me away with what little strength he had left, I caught his foot mid-air. I didn’t flinch. I pulled hard, relentless and without hesitation.

Another scream, rawer this time, more desperate. I welcomed it with great satisfaction.

Before the sound had even finished echoing, I dropped the second limb beside the first and reached down, retrieving one of the bloody strips of flesh I had peeled off him earlier. Moving with cold precision, I shoved the chunk straight into his mouth.