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Now, those hooks are still here all these years later, and are being used to string Vivian up. Handcuffs circle her wrists, while the officer uses black zip ties to attach them to the chains. Then, the chains are pulled through the large hooks in the ceiling until Vivian can no longer touch the ground.

“Let’s cut the bitch’s clothes off,” Cassidy suggests, slapping down Vivian’s kicking feet as she gets to work.

Yet still, I stand and wait as I watch Vivian scream and twist. The feral beast inside of me is enjoying this. Once I begin to participate, blood will begin to flow, and the alphas around me deserve to get their pound of flesh first.

“What, no. No!” Vivian screams, the chains clanging as she fights. I’m still waiting for her to realize how much shit she’s in. “Are you seriously going to hurt me over Nina? She already has a pack. Why do this when she’s yours, Silas?”

“I never said she was mine, Miss Vivian,” he murmurs. Always polite. I think he may continue to be right up until he begins to carve the knife he has in his hand across her alabaster skin. “You always insist on hearing whatever you want.”

“That’s a dangerous habit,” Easton grunts.

“Just stay still,” Abbott says, bored. “I need Cassidy to hurt you a little so she’ll stop pouting at me.”

“I’m not the one withholding sex!” Cassidy yells, making me smirk. Well that sounds fun.

The female alpha punches Vivian in the stomach, making her grunt as she loses the rest of her clothes. Her body has aged. She’s not as pretty as she once was, or maybe I ignored the ugliness inside of her.

Abbott kicks Vivian to make her swing in a wide circle, and the two alphas use her as a punching bag. Lyle picks up a batfrom the open bag and slams it into Vivian’s kneecap, making her scream.

“Is that how Nina sounded when you beat her with a belt?” Lyle asks innocently.

“She texted me that day,” Cassidy adds, rifling through the bag for something. “Whoever packed this is my new favorite.”

Lifting it out, I see that it’s some kind of wand, and when she turns it on, it sparks.

Vivian’s eyes widen, and she screams, which makes me growl. The sound makes everyone turn toward me, giving me space as I walk forward.

“I fucking hate your voice,” I say. “Dramatic, fucking cunt.”

“Cooper,” she whispers. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“That’s the wrong thing to say,” I growl, crossing my arms. Cassidy raises her weapon and I nod as she shoves it into Vivian’s side cruelly. “The correct question is why you thought to keep scent matched mates away from each other. You’re not fucking God, Vivi.”

She hates that nickname, and I plan to use it often now.

“I’ve seen her hair, know how you had her tortured at Weeping Willow,” I continue. “Your arrogance is showing if you truly thought no one would think that shit was fucked up.”

Her body flops around as the electricity courses through her body, and Cassidy giggles before pulling away the rod. It reminds me of a cattle prod.

“Omegas should be cherished,” Abbott grunts. “Except you. No one gives a fuck about you, much less your current husband. I took it upon myself to call Martin.”

“You did?” Vivian asks, her eyes wild with pain. She looks like a cornered animal, but there’s nowhere for her to run.

“Yes, and I explained to him that he’d married a shit omega,” Abbott says. “I told him I’d start the divorce proceedings for him, and he thanked me, Miss Vivian. You see, no one wants someone who is a terrible fucking person.”

My ex-wife appears stricken as Lyle pushes the air out of her lungs with the bat in his hand.

“He hired me to expedite the paperwork,” the attorney alpha says. “You’ll be pleased to know that it’s a no contest divorce, and it’s already gone through. You’re going to die alone.”

“You’re doing all of this,” Vivian wheezes, “for her?”

“Nina is one of the most beautiful omegas that I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting,” Lyle says, ignoring my glare. “The way you’ve treated your daughter is disgraceful, Miss Vivian. She deserves to be with her scent matched alphas. I have a strong sense of justice. It’s why I’m a lawyer instead of a hockey player.”

I always forget that he went pro, because his stage presence is so large as a lawyer. There’s this air of confidence inside of him that says he’s used to getting his way.

“Think we can flip her upside down?” I ask, smirking.

“Is it waterboarding time already?” Lyle drawls. “I’m glad we have a doctor on hand, aren’t you?”