Chapter 85:

Warren

I led Yara over to where Harold, Farrah, and Henry were standing.

“That was…” Harold began. “I don’t even have words. I’m not part of your pack, but I can feel their overwhelming joy and happiness.”

“Their excitement is exhilarating. I don’t know how you can stand it,” Farrah said, looking around the pack in awe.

“Intoxicating was the word that came to my mind. And if I’m going to get drunk, I’ll gladly get drunk on my pack’s happiness,” I said.

“Could you create something like this in our pack?” Farrah asked Harold, looking around at the merriment in my pack.

“Not by myself,” he told her. I watched as she realized what he was saying. I could see her desire to have this kind of happiness in their pack. Maybe that would be enough for her to decide she was willing to take him as a mate. Time would tell.

We walked around, talking to our pack members, laughing and joking with them, eating with them, and just enjoying our time with them.

As the party wound down, I pulled Yara to me. “I want to kill Simon tomorrow, but tonight, I want to flaunt what we have in front of him. I want him to know that he’s lost everything.”

Almost as if my words conjured him, Bradley stepped up to me.

“Excuse me, Alpha. I don’t mean to interrupt, and I don’t want to put a damper on the festivities tonight, but I’m assuming now that our Luna is pregnant, you’ll be killing Simon?”

“That’s correct. I’m planning his execution for tomorrow.”

“I want my pound of flesh, Alpha,” he growled.

I turned and looked at him, seeing Trena standing just behind him.

“You have a lot of reasons to hate him, as do I. Do you want your pound of flesh, or do you want to deliver the killing blow tomorrow?” I asked him.

He looked shocked for a moment that I would offer that to him, but he and Trena had suffered nearly as much as Yara and I had.

“Thank you, Alpha. I think you should deliver the killing blow. He’s hurt more than just me and Trena. He’s hurt others in our pack. So, I think it should be you, Alpha.”

“I just wanted to give you the option. I was just about to take your Luna down to the cells and let Simon know he’s lost. Depending on what you have planned, make sure you have someone to cauterize his wounds. He doesn’t get to die until tomorrow,” I told Bradley.

“Yes, Alpha,” he said, a vicious smile spreading across his face. Yeah, Simon’s last night would be a miserable one.

I took Yara’s hand and led her to the cells. She was unusually quiet, so before we went down to the cells, I turned to her.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I said, stroking her cheek.

“That’s not why I’m being quiet.”

“Why are you quiet then? You’re not even mumbling.”

“My ways of torturing are different than yours and the pack’s, but they are just as effective, I think,” she said.

“More so, in some instances,” I told her.

She nodded. “I think I know how to hurt Simon more than anything Bradley will do to him later.”

I smiled, shaking my head at my mate. “You are scary in your calm retribution. Most people get revenge when they are angry, but not you. You plan, you’re thoughtful about it, and that makes it so much more vicious.”

She smiled at me. “Let’s get this over with. I’m ready to celebrate privately with my mate.”

I kissed her, then took her hand, walking her down the stairs to the cells. The smell was awful. There was urine, feces, blood, scorched flesh, and fear, all rolled into one disgusting scent.

Simon barely looked up as we walked in, that is, until he saw Yara. Then he growled.

“Simon, I wanted you to know that I’ve taken my place as Warren’s Luna. I am his, and I will always be his,” she said, turning to look at me. I let her lead, knowing that she was right about this. Anything she did to Simon would hurt him much more than anything I could do to him.

She reached up, stroking her fingers over my face and into my hair. It was a soft, gentle touch, completely out of place given our surroundings.

“Something that you never understood, Simon, is that when a man is worthy of the love of a woman, the love of his mate, she will give herself to him, willingly and freely,” she said, before lifting her chin and submitting to me.

My possessive growl was instant, and I pulled her to me, leaning in to kiss her throat, nipping at her, accepting her submission and loving her for it. I had no idea what she was planning, but this, more than anything, would hurt Simon—watching as the woman he wanted openly and willingly submitted to me in front of him.

She continued talking, and I continued to lick, kiss, and suck on her throat.

“Warren is the kind of man that a woman, a woman like me, would gladly give herself to. He’s the kind of man that will always respect me, always appreciate the woman that I am, always protect me, and always love me, every part of me. He will never try to make me less than the woman that I am. He will never be intimidated by my strength, because he knows his own strength and power, and he knows that my strength adds to his. He’s the kind of man who has scars all over his body, proving just how strong and powerful he is. But he’s also the kind of man who picks wildflowers for his mate, because he knows I like them. That is the man who deserves my submission. That is the man who I choose to spend the rest of my life with,” she said, gently pulling away from me and turning in my arms to face him.

I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her, letting her lead. I saw that while I’d been focused on Yara’s throat and her words, Simon had moved to the bars of the cell. He was panting with anger and frustration at not having my mate. He looked nearly crazed with jealousy.

“And he is the kind of man who I will happily give a pup, one that is already growing in my belly. The first of many,” she said, tilting her chin so I could kiss her neck again as Simon snarled angrily.

“And tonight, I will celebrate with my mate, his body deep inside of mine, all night long. Because that’s the kind of man Warren is. He’s the kind of man who takes his time, making me cream and moan in pleasure, finding new ways to make my body respond to him, before finding his own release and then falling asleep with me wrapped up in his arms.”

She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Are you ready to begin our celebration, my love?”

“I can’t wait,” I growled, kissing her again before looking at Simon. “Sweet dreams,” I said, taking Yara’s hand and leading her away. We passed Bradley as we went.

“He’s all yours,” I said before taking my mate to bed, and doing everything that she told Simon that I would do to her.