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Several of the students still trapped in the suffocating private box tried to raise their voices in protest, desperation tainting their words.
“Alpha Lucien, please… Riley already punished us herself–she turned, she became the White Wolf! We were humbled, beaten down. Isn’t that enough?”
“She struck fear into us–none of us will dare cross her again,” another pleaded, clutching his swollen cheek where Riley’s claws had raked. “She’s… she’s not the same girl. She’s stronger. Fiercer. We learned our lesson.”
Their voices trembled, the scent of their fear rolling
appealing to mercy would spare them the weight of Lucien Duskgrave’s wrath.
But the Alpha Prince’s expression did not soft Cross the air, but beneath it lingered a trace
His
of defiance–as if
Wade Voice, when it came, was a low growl that silenced every
whimper.
Lucien Duskgrave turned sharply, his voice carrying the commanding weight of an Alpha as he addressed the Silverfang Hotel’s manager.
“They seem to enjoy cake so much. Then give them what they crave. Order a five–tiered cake for each of them–every day for a month. No one leaves until every last crumb is gone.”
With that decree, he swept Riley into his arms and strode from the suffocating air of the private box, leaving the pack of trembling parasites behind.
The command was no jest. Sweet as cake was, forcing it down day after day, layer upon layer, would rot their pride and bloat their bodies until they could barely look at themselves in the mirror. It was a punishment dressed in sugar, crueler than the bite of fangs.
At the entrance of the hotel, Lucien’s path crossed Duke and Carmen.
Carmen’s sharp eyes instantly fell on Riley. The young she–wolf’s hair was disheveled, her dress torn and stained, cream smeared across her cheek. Rage burned through Carmen’s chest.
“What happened to her?”
Mia, still red–eyed with fury, explained in detail what had transpired within the private box.
Carmen’s fists clenched until her knuckles cracked. Riley–her Riley–seemed cursed to attract jackals and vermin wherever she went. Lucien’s punishment, though laced with Alpha authority, felt far too merciful in her eyes. These creatures deserved a torment that would etch itself into their bones forever.
Her gaze sharpened, a glint of killing intent flashing like moonlight on a blade.
Duke, standing beside her, caught the darkness in her expression. He had witnessed Carmen’s methods before–bloody, merciless, and more beast than human. He gripped her arm, his brow furrowed, shaking his head in silent warning.
But Carmen tore her arm free and strode toward the den of offenders, her steps echoing like war drums.
Inside, the atmosphere thickened with dread. Carmen’s butterfly knife spun gracefully between her fingers, catching the dim light, throwing shards of silver across her cold, expressionless face.
The hotel staff had already lined up the monstrous cakes. Five tiers each, white frosting gleaming, the sweetness cloying in the air like a death sentence.
“Well?” Carmen’s voice was low and chilling, slicing through the silence. “Eat.”
Aaron’s face drained of all color. His hands trembled as he tore away a hunk of cake, shoving it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged grotesquely, his throat straining as he gagged, the sickly sweetness clogging his senses. He nearly choked, eyes rolling back, the sound of his strangled swallow echoing pitifully.
He dared a glance at Carmen, pleading silently, but her gaze was an executioner’s–icy and merciless.
Before he could falter, her boot connected with his leg, forcing him to his knees. The cake fell from his hands.
“Pick it up,” she ordered, her blade now kissing the soft flesh of his neck, drawing a thin bead of blood.
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Aaron’s body shook, but he obeyed, scooping the soiled, dust–caked slice from the floor and cramming it past his lips. His tears mixed with cream, dripping down his chin.
Selene Ashford, who had once strutted with arrogance, now faced a torment she had never imagined. She stared at Carmen- this viper of a woman who had stolen Jace Hale–and then at Riley, the she–wolf who had now claimed the protection of Lucien Duskgrave. Selene’s stomach twisted with bitter hatred. Both women had ruined her carefully laid plans, both had stolen what was hers.
But the sight of the towering cakes before her sent her already queasy gut into revolt. She forced a bite past her lips, the overwhelming sweetness coating her tongue. Within moments, her throat convulsed, and she gagged, bile rising.
“Ugh-” She doubled over, retching onto the floor.
Carmen’s gaze cut to her like a blade. “Did I permit you to waste it?”
Selene froze, eyes wide, as Carmen’s knife lifted in warning. The young woman’s sobs shook her shoulders, but she bent down, trembling, scooping the filth she had disgorged back into her hands. And under Carmen’s unyielding stare, she forced it into her mouth, gagging on her own shame.
Around them, Zao and the others whimpered. Their stomachs bulged grotesquely beneath their fine clothes, skin stretched tight. With every bite, their bodies screamed, yet they did not dare stop.
“P–please…” Aaron’s voice broke, choked with cream and sobs. “We can’t… we can’t eat anymore…” His face was a grotesque mask of smeared frosting, his eyes swollen with tears.
Carmen’s lips curled into a smile colder than winter. “Now you beg? Too late.”
The blade flashed, slicing into Aaron’s thigh with precision. He screamed, collapsing fully to the floor, his body quaking with pain. Yet even then, he continued to shovel cake into his mouth, desperate, broken.
The others followed suit, their faces twisted in silent horror, their tears carving lines through frosting and vomit. The air grew thick with sounds of choking, gagging, and muffled cries.
Carmen strolled among them like a predator through a slaughterhouse, the knife twirling between her fingers. Every time. someone slowed, she carved another warning into their flesh.
Duke stood at the doorway, staring. This was not the Carmen he had once known. That girl had smiled sweetly, feigned innocence. But this–this was her truest form: a serpent with fangs of steel, a she–wolf cloaked in vengeance.
Riley, though carried from the room by Lucien, left behind a scent that lingered like wildfire. It was her tormentors‘ fear that fed Carmen’s cruelty. And though Riley had not needed to raise her claws this night, her silent defiance had sparked a reckoning none would forget.
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