Page 106 of Bitter Truths

“Liz?” I turn to the brunette. “Want to try being smarter than your friend here? I’m close to taking fingers first, asking questions later.”

Liz’s breathing comes fast and shallow. “Look, if Whitney said something happened, she was lying. We never⁠—”

“Whitney didn’t tell me shit.” The word cuts through her excuse. “So… you never took advantage of four men who didn’t want your filthy fucking cunts anywhere near them while Whitney watched and filmed?”

“It wasn’t like that!” Katie blurts out, the tape having slipped. “They’re alphas! Of course, they wanted it!”

The words ignite something primal inside me. I rip the tape fully from her mouth, taking skin with it.

“What did you just say?” My voice drops to a deadly whisper.

“They... they never refused!” Katie stammers, blood beading on her torn lip. “They participated! How were we supposed to know they didn’t want⁠—”

I punch her right in her ginormous tit, and she screams in pain. The sound is satisfying.

“They can’t refuse, you dumb bitch!” I explode, the rage I’ve been containing erupting like a volcano. “And I know you know that, so quit lying or I will cut out your tongue.”

All three women stare at me, wide-eyed and trembling.

“Whitney said it was fine,” Rebecca manages.

I cut her zip tie with one swift motion. She rubs her wrists, staring at me in confusion.

“Stand up,” I order.

I drop into a fighting stance, weight balanced on the balls of my feet, hands raised. My body shifts into the position I’ve perfected over years of training at the refuge.

Rebecca scrambles to her feet, backing toward the wall. “I’m not going to fight you, Bianca. This is insane⁠—”

“I’m giving you an opportunity to fight back,” I say coldly before I grab her by the throat and slam her against the wall hard enough to crack the drywall. “It’s more than you gave them.”

“They never said no!” she gasps, clawing at my hand. “We didn’t know⁠—”

I drive my knee into her stomach with enough force to lift her off the ground. She doubles over, retching, and I bring my elbow down between her shoulder blades. The impact sends her face-first into the marble floor. Blood sprays across the white stone, a red constellation against stark white.

“Get up,” I say calmly.

She crawls toward the wall, leaving a trail of bloody saliva. “Please, I’m sorry⁠—”

“You’re sorry you’re facing the consequences.” I grab her ankle and drag her back to the center of the room. “Do you know what those men are to me?”

Rebecca spits blood onto the floor. “Whitney said... she said you had some weird obsession...”

The words stop me cold. I crouch down, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at me. “She’s right about that… I am obsessed. They’re mine. And I’m one fucking pissed-off omega.”

“Please… no mo⁠—”

“Katie,” I call, turning to the blonde. “Your turn.”

I cut her ties, and she immediately tries to run for the door. I catch her halfway there, spinning her around and backhanding her across the face. The impact sends her sprawling across their expensive coffee table, scattering magazines and crushing the flower arrangement underneath her.

She tries to crawl away, sobbing. I grab a handful of her perfectly styled hair and rip it from her scalp, leaving bloody patches behind.

“How many times did you touch them, Katie?” I demand, my voice dangerously low.

“I don’t know!” Katie stammers, eyes wide with panic. “Maybe... ten times? Fifteen? It was just parties, special events!” Her voice rises hysterically. “Whitney arranged everything!”

Blood pours from her nose, where it’s obviously broken. She cradles her arm against her chest, rocking back and forth.