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32: BONUS CHAPTER - Is The Trap Set Or Did It Already Go Off?
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Of Teeth and Claws 34: BONUS CHAPTER - All The Things I Haven't Said Choke Me
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Of Teeth and Claws 35: The Knot Of Realization. Of Truth.
The air within the room thins as Cato goes to leave. He stops short and time stands still as he lingers in the doorway, a dark glare to his eyes, sinister smirk on his lips. “Get comfortable. You’re gonna be staying for awhile.” He doesn’t linger to take in the horror his words cause. Instead, he chuckles and slams the door shut, an audible click sounds from the otherside. As if being handcuffed to a bed isn’t enough. Suddenly, I’m forced to face my fate head on. Locked away like a prisoner, held captive by wolves. The silence from Cato’s retreat doesn’t come. Voices sound from outside. An argument. And my so-called sister is instigating it. Before my voice box can let a single peep out, Twyla snaps, “you’re welcome.” You’re welcome? What does that even mean? Sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging at the cuff, I strain to get as close to the door as possible. “Don’t let your ego get too large. One could say that your useless now.” Cato taunts. “Useless? She wouldn’t even be in
Of Teeth and Claws 36: He Wants Me To Obey, But He's Dying To Force Me
My breath is held as the door creaks out. A booted foot steps inside the room. I can hear him tsk me for my bad behavior. “Already being unruly.” He crosses the room slow and meticulous. “We punish those that don’t obey. Do you want to be punished, Nova?” He’s close enough to touch me. “Because I can. Punish you.” “You don’t need to keep on threatening me. more. I know you're not above murder.” He laughs in my face. "Already making me out to be a monster.” That’s because he is. I can see the evil in his eyes, the riptide of anger that’s waiting to be unleashed. “I’m not monstrous. I just expect submission like any alpha would. Like Nox would.” I want to believe he’s lying but the truth is I don’t know Nox when it comes to his leadership role with Gideon’s pack. We’ve had our tiffs even all those years ago. I don’t remember what they were about, but I have the feelings. The residual ache that comes from being hurt. Cato’s eyes lock with mine, a glisten of red mixes within the dark b
Of Teeth and Claws 37: Toddlers Have Temper Tantrums And To Them It Is Warranted Too
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Of Teeth and Claws 38: Future Alpha Cato's Request
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Of Teeth and Claws 39: Accepting Food From The Devil Is Wrong
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Of Teeth and Claws 40: A Twisted Fate I'm Unable To Escape
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