Seraphina’s POV
The door slamd shut behind Valerie with a sound that made my heart race. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing fainter and fainter until all I could hear was the heavy breathing of the three disgusting n surrounding .
"Well, well, well," the biggest one wheezed, his belly hanging over his belt as he rubbed his hands together. "Looks like Christmas ca early, boys."
I tried to keep my voice steady, but I could hear the tremor in it. "You don’t have to do this."
"Oh, sweetheart," the second one interrupted, his yellow teeth gleaming in the dim light as he leered at . "This is about having so fun."
The third one, skinnier than the others but with dead, cold eyes, licked his lips. "Been a long ti since we had ourselves a pretty little oga to play with."
The fat one laughed, a wet, disgusting sound. "We’re just n with needs. And you, princess, are gonna help us with those needs." The fat one reached out with his grimy fingers toward my face.
The mont his skin touched mine, sothing inside exploded.
It was like lightning struck my soul. Every cell in my body ignited with power I’d never felt before. The ropes around my wrists didn’t just snap—they disintegrated into dust.
I was on my feet before any of them could blink.
My hand shot out and grabbed the fat bastard by the throat, my fingers closing around his neck like a steel vice. His eyes bulged as he realized he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t break free, couldn’t do anything but stare at in absolute terror.
"You made a mistake," I growled. It was filled with authority, with dominance, with the kind of power that made grown n wet themselves in fear. "I’m not oga."
"What the fuck—" the yellow-toothed one started to say, but his words died in his throat.
The fat man in my grip was turning purple, clawing desperately at my hand. But I might as well have been made of iron. His struggles were pathetic, useless.
I released the fat one’s throat and he collapsed to the ground, gasping and choking like a dying fish. The sound was deeply satisfying.
"Run," I said quietly, but my voice carried the unmistakable command of an alpha. "Run now, and maybe I’ll let you live."
Instead of running, the yellow-toothed one pulled out a rusty knife, his hand shaking. "You think you can scare us, bitch? We’ve killed alphas before!"
"Have you?" I asked conversationally, taking a step toward him. "Because I’m about to kill you."
He lunged at with the knife, probably expecting to cower or scream.
I caught his wrist mid-swing and twisted.
The snap of breaking bones echoed through the room like a gunshot. His scream was even louder.
"Oh God, oh fuck, she broke my arm!" he shrieked, dropping the knife as he cradled his mangled wrist against his chest. "She fucking broke my arm!"
The skinny one tried to run for the door, but I was faster. I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and hurled him into the concrete wall with enough force to crack the surface.
He slumped to the ground, blood streaming from his nose. "Please," he whimpered. "Please don’t kill ."
"Why not?" I asked, stalking toward him. "You were going to do much worse to , weren’t you?"
"We weren’t gonna kill you!" he babbled, tears mixing with the blood on his face. "Just rough you up a little! Have so fun!"
"Fun?" I grabbed him by the front of his filthy shirt and lifted him clean off the ground with one hand. "You call rape fun?"
"No! No, I didn’t an—"
"Yes, you did." I slamd him back against the wall, hard enough to rattle his teeth.
The fat one was still on the ground, gasping for air. The yellow-toothed one was sobbing over his broken arm. And this piece of garbage in my hands was about to piss himself.
Pathetic. All of them.
"Where did Valerie go?" I demanded, shaking the skinny one like a rag doll.
"I don’t know!" he wailed. "She just said to wait here! She didn’t tell us nothing else!"
I could hear his heartbeat hamring against his ribs. Sll the acrid stench of his terror. He was telling the truth.
"Wrong answer," I said anyway, and drove my knee into his stomach.
He doubled over, retching. I let him fall to the ground where he belonged.
The fat one had finally recovered enough to speak. "You crazy bitch!" he wheezed. "You can’t do this to us! We’ll tell everyone! We’ll—"
I was across the room and standing over him before he could finish the threat. "You’ll what?"
His bravado crumbled instantly. "Nothing. We won’t do nothing."
"That’s right," I said softly. "Because if I ever see any of you again, I will hunt you down and tear your throats out with my bare hands. Do you understand ?"
They all nodded frantically.
"Good. Now tell where Valerie is."
"The old railway bridge! She said she will go there."
"If you’re lying to —"
"We’re not!" the skinny one gasped from where he was still curled up on the floor. "We swear we’re not lying!"
I gripped the tal and twisted. The lock chanism scread in protest before giving way completely. The door swung open with a satisfying creak.
The corridor was long and narrow, lit by a single flickering bulb that cast dancing shadows on the peeling walls. I could sll Valerie’s cloying perfu lingering in the stale air, mixed with the scents of rust, mold, and decades of decay.
I found an exit at the end of the corridor, a heavy tal door that opened onto the night air. In the distance, I could see the dark silhouette of the railway bridge spanning the ravine like the skeleton of so prehistoric beast.
And there, standing at the center of the span, was a familiar figure.
Valerie.
She was facing away from , probably expecting her hired thugs to deliver my broken body soti around dawn.
I smiled as I stepped out of the shadows and onto the bridge proper. My footsteps rang against the tal grating, the sound carrying clearly in the still night air.
Valerie’s head snapped around, her eyes going wide with shock as she saw walking toward her.
"Hello, sister," I called out. "Miss ?"
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