My Promised Rejection (Olivia) novel Chapter 68

68 Retribution

************Trigger Warning for Torture*********

William POV

Where the f**k am I? I look around an unfamiliar room and the minute I try to move I realize my arms and legs are still restrained. Memories of that ba**ard Xavier torturing me come rushing back. I didn’t think the weak little pup had it in him. So worried about his precious mate. The b**ch didn’t even wait for him, and yet he would go against his own blood for her. Where the f**k has he taken me? This definitely isn’t the torture room in the pack house.

Mates are a weakness and not a strength. I thought I taught him that. Both the pups that f**king low–ranking b**ch produced were f**king weak. Hell, I had to kill Randall myself after he heard my discussion with Augustus. I couldn’t risk him alerting the other council members. Besides, he was of no use to me after producing a female pup.

I should have never marked Gwen despite my father’s orders. I should have mated with a proper Luna. I could have kept the omega to please my wolf, but my father believed he knew better. Refused to give me my birthright if I didn’t take my goddess given mate. She wasn’t worthy of being with me.

The sound of movement outside the room and the appearance of a door where only a wall existed just seconds ago has my heart racing. Am I back in the coven? It can’t be. Cassandra wouldn’t do this to me. She was in love with me, but I could never truly be with a witch. She was a good f**k and a nice distraction while we waited for the Midnight Wolf of legend to be born.

The door opens and the fear that ripples across my skin has me pulling at my restraints. A woman with jet–black hair and scars covering her exposed skin steps into the room. “Who the f**k are you? Where the f**k

am I” I scream, but she simply smiles at me. “Oh William, for a wolf that is so big and bad you sound like a scared little b**ch,” she says. “How f**king dare you speak to me that way? I’m a f**king Alpha.”

She throws her head back and laughs, causing a shiver to run down my spine. When her eyes meet mine again, they are cold and black. “Before we have our time, I have two people that want their turn with you, and

I’m a firm believer in retribution,

she says. “What the” I start to say, but the words die on my lips as Gwen and Randall step into the room. “No, this isn’t possible. You are both dead.” A smile spreads across Gwen’s face. “What’s the matter, William? Are you seeing the ghosts of your past,” Gwen asks.

“This isn’t real. It can’t be.” “It is very real, dearest father. Xavier finally got to do what I’ve wished I could do for decades. He ended your pathetic existence. The difference between us and you are the goddess holds us close, but you will never know that feeling. All you will ever know is pain and suffering for all you have done. You took me from my daughter,” he screams in my face. A hard punch to my stomach has me wanting to

double over, but the restraints won’t allow me to.

I groan trying to catch my breath. When I manage to look up, Gwen is standing so close I wonder what she is

planning to do. When my eyes meet hers, I swallow a lump in my throat. Her eyes are black and cold. Before I realize what’s happening, a burning pain rips through my stomach. I scream before I look down in time to see Gwen pulling a large blade out of me. “What the f**k are you doing,” I scream.

She looks up with a sinister smile before she plunges the knife into me again. “I’m showing you just a little of

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what I felt every time you f**ked some wh*re. I wish I could make you feel the anguish and worthlessness! felt every time. Why didn’t you just reject me,” she screams as she stabs me again. If I’m dead, how does this hurt so much? The bitter laugh that comes from behind me causes a sinking feeling in my chest.

“Did you not believe Randall when he said you would only know pain and suffering? You will never know the

peace and love of my sister’s realm. You will be another plaything for me for the rest of eternity. The good news is, no matter how much you bleed or how much pain you endure, you will feel like you are dying all over

again until you end up right back here,” she says. “Please,” I say, despite knowing it will do me no good.

“Do you know how many times I begged you to stop hurting me and our pups, but what did you do,” Gwen

asks. The answer is, I laughed in her face or hurt her even more, but I don’t dare say that. This time, when the

blade penetrates my side, she twists it. Blood pours down my body until the floor beneath me is covered in

the crimson liquid. I can feel myself slipping away, and I pray that nasty–looking b**ch is wrong about me coming back.

A few seconds later I gasp air once again filling my lungs. My eyes fly open and tears spring to my eyes. The

woman steps forward with an evil smile on her face. “Let me introduce myself, William. I am Tanith, the

Goddess of Vengeance. Mine and my sister Nemisis will be the faces you see for the rest of eternity. Now I

know that Gwen wanted you to feel the torment she did. She may not be able to visit it upon you, but I can,”

she says.

She reaches out her hand and I thrash, trying to stop her from touching my head, but it’s useless. The minute

her skin touches mine, I’m consumed by feelings I’ve never experienced. I’m bombarded with feelings of

sadness and devastation. It’s hard to breathe. The feeling of the blade would be welcome in place of this

soul–crushing agony. Is this really what she felt? I can feel tears pour down my cheeks as I stare at the

time, feeling something other than disdain. “I’m sorry,” I manage to whisper. Gwen throws her head back and

she’s holding what I can only describe as large scissors. “Gwen, please don’t do this. I see I was wrong. This

is not you. You were always so kind and gentle. Don’t let my actions change who you are. Don’t become a

monster like me,” I plead. Despite her silence, her intentions are written all over her face.

She closes the distance between us and once she is standing in front of me, Randall turns away. “Gwen, you

aren’t a monster. Don’t do this,” I continue to plead as she cuts what’s left of my pants and underwear away. I

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