Page 40 of The Breeding Cave

CHAPTER FORTY

YEOSIN

We stood in front of Alpha Alf—Luciano in front of me, shielding him from looking at me. I gritted my teeth and glared up at his huge, muscular back. Why couldn’t he let me do anything that I asked for?!

“Move,” I growled at Luciano, shoving him out of the way with force.

To my surprise, Luciano actually stumbled back a bit, as if I’d pushed him off-balance. I ignored it and stepped in front of Alpha Alf to get my revenge. Granted, he was a bit fucked up already, but I didn’t care.

“Yeosin,” Luciano snarled from behind me. “Let me do it myself.”

My heel came down on Alf’s jaw, and the cracking sound echoed through the cave. Blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth. I kicked him again in the same spot, and again, and again, and then again to release all my anger.

When his face wasn’t even recognizable anymore, the fury still bubbled inside me.

“Yeosin—”

“I’m not finished,” I growled, walking past Luciano and out of the cave. After finding a hefty rock in the forest, one with enough jagged edges that it could stab Alf, I walked over to his body. “I already told you that I’m going to kill you.”

On one side, the rock was sharp, and the other was blunt. I smashed the rock’s blunt side into Alf’s groin. Once, then twice, then a third time. Every time it hit his cock, he grunted and groaned and began sputtering incoherent words.

“I hate you,” I said, hurling the rock at him. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

Adrenaline rushed through me.

“I hate you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the forest.

I kicked him as hard as I could in his chest, imagining that it was Alvin who was receiving all my torture. That bastard deserved it for what he had put me through, then and now. He deserved something worse than death, something more … sinister, more gruesome.

His dick cut up into a hundred million little pieces, birds pecking at his open wounds, watching his body decay day after day after day and being able to do nothing about it. I wanted to bathe in his tears and blood.

This was what he deserved.

I wanted to torture Alvin more than I thought possible. I wanted him to suffer, to beg to die.

Once I dropped the rock onto Alf’s balls, I turned away from him and looked up at Luciano, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Behind him, Brent’s mouth was dropped wide open, and he was looking between me and Alf.

“Have your way with him,” I said to Luciano. “I’m finished.”

When I stepped away, Luciano wrapped his hand around Alf’s bloody neck and hurled him into the closest tree. I watched on through the pain. Alf’s deformed body snapped at the spine so loudly that I didn’t think he could stand if he tried.

A wail left his mouth, and pleasure ran through my body.

God, it felt so good to be the one in control. To be the punisher. The torturer.

Luciano picked him up again and squeezed his throat so tightly that it popped. Alf’s head lolled forward, and blood gushed out from between his lips. The blood pooled underneath him, and I swore I could see flames flickering off it.

“Eat shit, you fucker,” my man growled.

With brute strength, Luciano grabbed his lower jaw in one hand and his upper jaw in his other, fingers in Alf’s mouth, and quite literally tore his head into two pieces. The last thing I heard leave his mouth was a piercing wail, and then his body fell limp.

Luciano dropped Alf’s head, and it rolled to my feet.

I kicked it away, bloodying my toe, and watched it hit the nearest tree.

I had never once thought this would end up happening, but I also hadn’t thought that I’d see Joseph’s head as a present, that the Dragon Clan would be after me, that monsters were real.

But I knew better now.

Monsters were real. And there was a monster in all of us.

“Bury him,” Luciano ordered Brent.

I had seen Luciano give orders before in the boardroom, but something about this …

God, control yourself, Yeosin. How can you be horny and angry at the same time?!

Luciano scooped up my hand. “Come. Let’s wash the blood off you.”

Before Luciano, whenever something major had happened like this and I became this angry, I’d return to my bedroom to be alone, to process my thoughts, but today, I found myself following after him and enjoying his company.

He hadn’t stopped me from lashing out. He hadn’t scolded me. He’d protected me.

Once we made it to the hot spring, I stripped off my clothes and slipped into the warm water. The heat felt good against my burns, and I closed my eyes as the blood seemed to melt off me. Luciano stepped in and swam over to me.

While he had been more jealous and possessive of me since he’d marked me, he was also more … loving. Maybe caring was a better word because he had already said that he didn’t love me. Though he could care for me.

We didn’t say anything as he washed the blood off my body, using the soaps that Molly had brought down here a while ago. How long had it been since I had met him? How long had we been together?

At this point, I wasn’t too sure.

A few moments later, when my body was submerged into the water, I listened to footsteps approaching, and Brent’s scent drifted through my nose. He appeared at the entrance to the hot spring.

“He’s taken care of,” Brent said to Luciano, then smirked at me. “Welcome to the pack, Luna.”