Omega Bound Chapter 237

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Raven

Seeing Trevor chained to the dungeon chair stirs quite a lot of emotions within me. To think I once was so in love with that snide idiot is hard to fathom. He fails in comparison to Cyrus in every way. 

I do not understand how we were mated together.

Not only do I want revenge, but I want Cyrus to know that he's it for me, and I think that knowing that Trevor is gone will help.

I smack Trevor repeatedly to wake him up. Cyrus is leaning against a table, smiling maniacally, wearing the same all black tactical clothing he rescued me in, covered in dried blood, with a hat backwards. His dimples are on full display, and I swear my ovaries just fluttered. 

"We should super-glue his eyes open," I suggest as Cyrus holds up a finger and pulls out gorilla glue from a toolbox, and hands it to me. 

"Yuck. There is hair all over it." I curl my nose in disgust. "It's curly."

"Yeah, I know. I super-glued somebody's leg hair and ripped it out."

"Amateur." I scoff.

"Show me something better." Cyrus nods his chin toward Trevor, who is now mumbling and blinking his eyes.

"Wha....what the fuck?...wha...WHERE ARE WE?" Trevor fully awakens and starts, likely starting to remember being shot. Cyrus blew his shoulder out, which was holding the knife to my neck.

"Welcome to the Midnight Pack Hotel. I will be your host, Cyrus. This is my sexy, fated mate, Raven. We hope to make your stay here as agonizing and disgusting as possible." He gestures between us, causing me to laugh.

"Fuck You. Untie me now! You think my father won't retaliate?" Trevor growls at Cyrus, whose eyes have no bits of sanity in them from what I can see.

Good. Crazy sex is great sex.

"I think he is talking too much. Do you think he has anything to say that I want to hear?" I ask Cyrus, who shakes his head no. 

I throw the super-glue down and remind myself to think about using it later. "I need tools." 

"Sure, I will be your tool bitch baby. What do you want?"

"Untie me right fucking..." I punch Trevor in the mouth before he can finish his sentence. 

"I want pliers and a sharp knife," I respond, and Cyrus digs in the toolbox and walks over, handing them to me and then spanking me on the ass. 

He is purposely trying to rile me up.

It is working.

"Hold his jaw." Before Trevor can turn his head, his eyes widen as Cyrus shoves his hands against his teeth, pulling his mouth open. 

I clamp Trevor's tongue in the pliers and pull it out as he groans and jerks in the chair. I slice his tongue off with the knife in one clean sweep. Blood sprays my face as Trevor starts to convulse. 

I step back and watch the blood run down his body, remembering all the years he spent lying to me with this tongue. Cyrus has blood all over his hands, and I have to wipe it out of my eyes. 

"I better torch it so he doesn't die. I want to drag this out for at least a week, Fireball." 

Damn, that's hot.

My blood-soaked, morally black wolf daddy.

Cyrus gets the blowtorch and cauterizes Trevor's stub. Trevor passes out while Derek watches, screaming his brother's name in horror. "Oh goody! Look who is awake." I throw down the pliers and clap my hands in front of me. 

"You're brother talked too much. You won't make that mistake, will you?" I ask Derek, knowing that I will probably dismember him anyway. 

"What do you want?" He swallows hard, sweating profusely and stinking of fear.

"I want you to watch while I mutilate your brother." I gesture toward Trevor.

"Why did you need 100 mouse traps?" I turn to see Damon carrying a couple of plastic bags of items to the table. He startles when he sees me.

"Damn, you're covered in blood." 

"Better get out of here, Damon. We'll get freaky later, and I'm not sharing." Cyrus growls, feeling extraterritorial.

"Gross." Damon huffs and heads back up the stairs. 

"Can you let me go, please? I don't know anything. I wasn't here!" Derek shouts, and I choose to ignore him because I have a great idea.

"Help me with his pants," I say to Cyrus, who growls but takes a knife and cuts Trevor's pants open. 

"Wow, it's tiny Fireball." Cyrus stands back with me and laughs. 

"I know. There isn't an Alpha around with a monster bigger than yours, Cyrus." 

"What's the plan?" Cyrus asks, and I smile as I gesture toward the bag of items.

"Let's see how many mousetraps on his ballsack it takes to wake him up."

"You demented pieces of shit!" Derek yells, and Cyrus gives him a right hook to his jaw, knocking him out. 

I walk over and rummage through the bag, finding the mousetraps. I open them and hand them to Cyrus. "I bet I can get seven traps on before he wakes up." I turn it around, trying to figure out how to set it. 

"If you get to seven, you can sit on my face." Cyrus sets one and hands it to me, taking the one that is not ready.

"Fine. What if I can't get to seven?" I ask, raising my brow.

"Then you sit on my face." Cyrus wiggles his eyebrows up and down at me, and I laugh. 

"Deal." I agree as I lean forward. "Ew, I can't believe I'm about to snap a hairy baked potato into a mousetrap." I let the trap snap on the bottom edge of Trevor's scrotum. "One." 

One turned to nine, and I was declared victorious. I had defeated nobody and won the prize of a face ride, which I will be cashing in on later. Trevor screams in agony, but it sounds like a garbled gag as Cyrus clamps the pliers down on his weiner. I run the cheese grater back and forth as Trevor jerks in pain, chains rattling to his shackles. 

Cyrus has moments of snarling because his mate is touching another's dick, but the skin flakes of agony make up for it.

"If we keep going, I won't be able to eat my pizza again, Fireball. I love Parmesan cheese....I can't do it."

"Wussy." Cyrus laughs at my taunt, and I toss the cheese grater away. 

"I am done with the appetizer." I stand and stretch.

"I will hang the hooks." Cyrus goes to the table and grabs two large curved, metal hooks, attaching them to the pipe, which has a chain. The chain runs through a pulley system in the ceiling.

Cyrus unshackles Trevor's arms and legs and throws him face-first to the dungeon floor. Trevor moans and cries, at one point vomits, as Cyrus cuts his clothes off and shoves the two hooks into Trevor's upper back, pulling the chain, thus pulling Trevor into the air.

I love that he is setting it all up for me. I wanted this to be a gift for Cyrus, but he knew that I needed this. 

To close this chapter. 

To avenge myself.

To let this go.