Page 83 of Scavenger's Oath

Pacing in front of her, I drag my hands through my hair like I’m trying to rip the madness out of my skull.

Stomping forward, I grab her by her wrists and yank her to her feet. “You think you can sneak around behind my back?”

Her lips part, stunned. “What are you—?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb!” I shout, walking her backward until she’s against the wall.

No one ever owns up to it when I call them out. Not the kids in foster care when I caught them stealing my things. Not the adults when they were questioned about my bruises.

And now Ivy denies too.

She tries to duck under my arm and get away, but Iclamp my hand around her throat and slam her back against the wall.

Thumb pressed against her pulse, I force her to stay put. Her lips tremble, her eyes are glassy, but she doesn’t pull away again.

“Isawyouwith Phoenix,” I growl, the scab on the split lip he gave me splitting with every snarled word. “Iheard youwith Zane.”

She tries to turn her face away, but I tighten my grip, robbing her of air. My mark still lingers on the side of her neck. But on the other side… something new. Fading, but there. A hickey.

Phoenix fucking marked her?

A growl rips through my chest at the sight. “You moaned for them. On Phoenix’s fingers. In Zane’s bed! And you let him mark you? After whatwe did? After what you said to me?!”

“I—Myles, I didn’t…” she stammers, shaking her head frantically, eyes wide.

“You said you were mine!” I shout, voice shaking with fury as I tighten my hold around her neck even more. “You fucking said it!”

“I am!” she chokes out.

“Then why are you letting them touch what belongs to me?”

No one steals from me while I’m still breathing. Not clothes. Not food. Not her.

Her hands claw at mine, her face beginning to flame red. “I… I didn’t…” she stutters.

“You fucked him! Didn’t you?” I snap.

“No,” she gasps, eyes starting to roll into the back of her head.

“LIAR!” I roar, throwing her away from me before I suffocate her.

She falls to her hands and knees, coughing andheaving for air, hair falling over her face.

“He used his tongue!” she cries out between coughs. “But I didn’t sleep with him. I swear!”

My body locks up as a flash of it sears behind my eyes. Zane’s face buried between her thighs. Her back arching, fingers in his hair as she comes undone for him.Intohismouth!

Rage and betrayal crash through me like a wave. Storming towards her, I twist both hands into her hair and yank her up to her knees to look at me.

Her eyes lock onto mine, wide and pleading, brimming with tears.

I want to kill someone. I want to killhim. And then mark every inch of her skin, so she never forgets who she belongs to.

“Did he make you feel good?!” I growl, veins about to rupture from the pressure building. “You think he has what this pussy needs?”

Shoving her flat on her back, I straddle her and grab the collar of Zane’s shirt, ripping it in two with one brutal pull.

She screams as the buttons go flying, exposing her nakedness underneath, the shirt falling away like a second skin she never should’ve worn. I don’t want it touching her another fucking second.