Unworthy

Kira’s eyes widen as the blue oil trickles into her weeping wounds and she tries to recoil against her restraints. She cries out, her legs shaking violently as she heaves from the pain. Her face going white as sweat forms on her brow.

“How about now?” I ask her, leaning close. “Still nothing to say? Keep it up Kira, we are just getting to the fun part. When I’m done with this, I scar that face of yours.”

“Kira…” a male calls out and I spin to see warriors dragging in a beat up male who is trying to glimpse Kira through swollen eyes. She fights against her restraints, her eyes suddenly wild as they dance between her usual brown and her wolf’s black. The corners of my lips quirk up into a victorious grin. Check fucking mate.

“Bring him in here,” I insist, and the warriors do as I ask. “Drop him to his knees and tilt his head back,”

“NO!” Kira cries, but I ignore her as they push down on his knees and pry his mouth open. He fights against them and I move over to them, throwing a punch