Chapter 50
Casper's POV
I slammed Drake against the wall, my fingers digging deep into his throat. His face turned red as he struggled to breathe, and I felt his pulse racing under my grip. My blood was on fire. I knew my eyes had turned gold amber – my wolf fully present and ready to kill.
"She... came to me... willingly!" Drake choked out, voice trembling.
I tightened my grip, watching his face turn darker red. The sulfur stench of his fear filled my nostrils. Cassian stood at the bathroom doorway, his ice-blue eyes observing coldly, making no move to stop me.
"The problem isn't her," I growled, barely keeping my voice human. "The problem is you, you piece of shit!"
I loosened my hold just enough to let him talk, but kept him pinned to the wall. His bare torso was fully exposed, the dark curls of chest hair matted with sweat and blood, making my stomach churn with revulsion. The thin slash across his arm—clearly Elowen’s desperate knife work as she fought him off—only stoked the white-hot rage inside me. One look at that wound and I wanted to finish what she’d started.
"What do I smell in here, Drake?" I leaned in so close our noses almost touched. "Why does this whole fucking room reek of her fear and your control?"
Drake coughed, desperately pulling in air. "I think you know enough about wolves to figure that out yourself."
I looked around the room, noticing the obvious knee marks on the carpet beside the bed. My nose caught the chemical scent of wolf suppressants hanging in the air. My wolf howled inside me, demanding blood.
"Are you a religious man, Drake?" I asked sarcastically, fingers flexing against his throat. "Or do you just like forcing women to kneel for you?"
Fear flashed across his eyes. He knew I'd figured it out.
"Wolf suppressants," I spat the words. "You drugged her with suppressants to cut her connection to us."
"It was just a blowjob!" Drake suddenly shouted. "She owes me! And aren't you two marking her all the time? She was mine first!"
I felt my arm muscles tense with fury. "You knew she accepted our marks," I snarled, "and you still treated her like property."
"I have needs!" Drake argued. "I was good to her! I gave her everything!"
"Good to her?" I laughed coldly. "Is forcing her to kneel and service you being good to her?"
"That bitch," Drake hissed, eyes bulging with anger. "That heartless liar. She's been using me from the start, then running to you two—"
I didn't let him finish. I headbutted him hard, smashing my forehead against his. His nose exploded with blood as he crashed to the floor. I stood over him, feeling my eyes fully golden now, my wolf desperate to tear into him.
"Don't kill him, Casper," Cassian warned from the bathroom doorway. "Elowen needs us."
I took a deep breath. He was right. Elowen mattered more. I scanned the room again and noticed suspicious wet marks on the carpet. I bent down and sniffed. The scent made my stomach turn.
"What's this, Drake?" I pointed at the white stains.
Drake looked up, blood streaming from his nose, hatred in his eyes. "Just water I spilled earlier."
"I've never seen white water, Drake." I grabbed his hair and forced him to face the stain. "You forced her. You cut her connection with suppressants. You threatened to hurt us."
Drake struggled in my grip. I felt strands of his hair pull free from his scalp. I didn't give a fuck.
"Yes... yes!" he finally screamed. "But she owes me! My family paid her father's debts! She belongs to me!"
His confession made my vision blur with rage. I stared at the white fluid on the carpet, imagining Elowen forced to kneel there. I yanked Drake's hair harder, shoving his face toward the stain.
"Lick it!" I commanded, my voice ice cold.
Drake's eyes widened in horror. "You're insane! I won't—"
I pressed my knee into his back, forcing his face closer to the carpet. "I said, lick it!"
"Stop!" he begged, voice breaking. "Please, this is disgusting!"
"Exactly," I growled. "And you forced her to do it." I pushed his face closer. "How does it feel, Drake? Being forced to do something disgusting? Being powerless?"
His whole body trembled under my grip. I could smell his fear mixing with the lingering scent of Elowen's terror. I leaned down to his ear.
"If I ever see you near her again, I will rip your throat out with my teeth," I whispered. "That's not a warning. It's a promise."
Drake whimpered beneath me. "She has a contract. Her mother signed—"
"I don't give a fuck about your contract," I snarled. "She's ours now. We've marked her."
"My family will—"
I slammed his head against the floor, not hard enough to knock him out, but enough to shut him up.
"Your family can try," I said. "But they'll have to go through me and my brother first."