Page 142 of Carnage Island

It sends a chill down my spine.

“But we have a game to play first. I need you to scream.” He reaches for me with lightning speed, slamming me back against the wall and taking the blade from my former father’s grip. The sharp edge meets my shoulder, sliding beneath the fabric of my sweater to touch the skin. “It’s too bad you're my half-sister. Otherwise, we could have some fun first.”

He drives the tip into my shoulder, shooting fiery pain through my body all the way to my toes.

“Can’t have you dying yet, Aspen. You’re my ticket off this fucking island,” he says. “And I have one more deal with Bryson to make—his life for mine.”

I don’t understand.

None of this makes any sense.

Alpha Bryson knew my mother was part Carnage Wolf. He knew a Carnage Wolf fathered me. Yet he still tried to mate me off to a Santeetlah Wolf by “using my sexuality.”

When that failed, my not-father disowned me and my mother—a female temporarilytradedto a Carnage Wolf as a fuck toy by her own Alpha—-which led to my exile and her death.

And now myhalf-brotherwants to use me as some pawn?

He yanks the knife out, only to slash it across my cheek, drawing a hiss of pain from me that ends on a whimper.

A whimper I despise.

And my former father still doesn’t fucking move.

It makes me want to hurt him. To kill him. To unleash all this anger on the man I trusted to protect me in this life.

Ididn’t choose to be the product of a rape.

Nor did my mother choose to be used by her own Alpha as a fucking sex pawn.

What else did he do to her?I wonder, recalling all the times Bryson visited our home.

How could you let this happen to her?I want to demand of the frozen male standing there, watching me endure Alpha Kin’s insanity.

The knife touches my neck again as he spins me in his arms, pressing my back to his chest.

“Smile for the camera, Aspen,” my father says flatly, holding up a phone.

“Yes, say,free me,” Alpha Kin coos in my ear as he presses the silver into my skin.

It doesn’t slice this time, it just burns, causing me to shriek in both agony and fury.

Agony because silver fucking hurts.

And fury because I can’t believe my former father is just standing there holding a phone, videotaping my torment.

Who even are you?I nearly shout. Instead I scream as Alpha Kin licks my throat.

Everything about this is so damn wrong! Alphas are meant to protect. Mates are meant to cherish.

And this… this is the opposite of that. It’s cruel. It’s twisted. It’s—

“Make a choice,” a new voice says, drawing my attention to the phone.Alpha Bryson, I recognize, my blood going cold. “Your lives or hers.”

No.

No. No. No.

“Cease fire!” Tieran bellows, his voice sending a chill down my spine.