Page 75 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 2

My fingers shook as I reached out and took the whip from his hand.

I stared at it.

Could I really do this?

Could I raise my hand and strike her like she did me?

My heart was thudding so loud I could barely hear anything else.Cynthia was still staring at me now.Her lips trembled.Her eyes met mine, and what I saw in them was fear.Regret.Shame.

I should feel satisfied.I should feel like justice was being served.I should lift that whip and tear her skin open like she did mine.

But she wasn't the one I wanted to deal with.

My eyes slid over to the other side of the room, those three filthy monsters.The same three men who had laughed while Cynthia ordered them to rape me.The ones who talked about killing me like it was sport.The same bastards who killed my mom.

My heart started to beat so fast I felt lightheaded.

They didn't just kill her.They beheaded her.

My mother.

My beautiful mother.

I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palms.A deep, angry growl erupted from my chest.I could feel the rage bubbling beneath my skin, hot and thick and impossible to control.My teeth began to ache.My hands burned.I didn't know what was happening until I looked down and saw it.

My skin...

My body was changing.

My hands were stretching, claws pushing out from beneath my fingernails.My muscles expanded, bones cracking as I shifted, my vision sharpening, my ears twitching at every breath around me.

"Oh my God...she's shifting!"

"Holy shit...she really took after Alpha Emilia!"

"This...this is Alpha Emilia's exact replica...even her aura!"

I heard the gasps, the whispers, the murmurs from all corners of the warehouse, but I didn't care.My focus was on them.The monsters who tried to ruin me.

The moment my shift was complete, I saw the white fur.

Bright.Glowing.Like a powerful Queen.

A massive white wolf.

I didn't even pause.I lunged.

I leapt at the scarred man, my claws digging into his chest as he let out a weak groan.I didn't stop there.I clawed at him again.And again.Blood sprayed.He couldn't even scream properly.His mouth opened but no sound came out.

I turned to the next one.The bald man.

And Clawed.

And Ripped.

They tried to twist away, but they were tied, hanging, helpless.I dug my nails into his skin, slicing down his back.He jerked.His whole body trembled.

The third one, the one with locks and dirty teeth, nearly passed out after I was done with him.