Hunter

I take my mate to the dungeon, where her father is being kept, just waiting for his death. I notice Skye yawning, even though she’s trying to hide it. She must be tired, it’s almost dawn. She's mostly functioning after sunset, since her skin and her eyes are extremely sensitive to sunlight. I'll be slowly helping her adjust to normal daily routine, but it'll take time. For now, though, we wake up in the afternoon and go to sleep at dawn, so my mate's not exposed to the harsh light during the day.

I was surprised when my mom said she wants to deal with the fucker right now, since it’s so late, or rather early. But I get why she decided to do that. If Alpha Lucas is involved in this shit, then it’s possible he would try to help the fucker escape.

“Well, well, well, looks like you’re not healing.” Mom taunts the bald guy as she nears the cell, where he hangs limply from the ceiling, his body held upright solely by the chains around his wrists and neck.

“Look who graced me with her presence. My breeding whore.” Fucker has the guts to sneer at my mom. But all it gets him is a furious growl from my father and a punch in the face. My mom, though, remains unaffected.

I glance at her, only to see a hard, emotionless look on her face. I barely stop myself from flinching when I see it.

Mom has let the Beast out.

I’ve seen her like this a lot of times, but it’s still shocking to witness how easily she turns into the bloodthirsty monster. It’s like she switches off her humanity. There’s no empathy, no pity, no remorse. Just blood and pain.

“Skye, I want you to hit him. It can be just once, I know it must be hard for you to face him, but I want you to free yourself from his clutches and make him pay for all the pain he put you through.” Mom tells my mate, who looks at her with wide eyes. Skye then glances at me and I can clearly see the question in her eyes.

“It’s up to you, love. But I agree with mom, you need to free yourself from that man.” I caress her cheek with my thumb.

Then she nods shyly.

Skye walks away with my mom and I lean against the wall beside my dad, facing the cell. Aiden wraps Skye’s hands then puts leather gloves on them. Mom hands her a spiked whip that was brought from the mine. For few moments my mate just stares at the weapon in her hands like it’s going to bite her, not knowing what to do.

I’m about to walk up to her, but my dad stops me, giving me a stern look.

“Let her do this on her own. She’s an Alpha’s mate, she needs some backbone.”

“No she doesn’t, she has me to protect her.” Dad just chuckles as if my statement amuses him.

“You’re underestimating your mother. She’s already taken your mate under her wing. She’ll be kicking asses before you know it.” I don’t even bother to comment on that, turning my attention back to the cell.

Mom patiently waits for Skye to move, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning against the wall next to Aiden and Shane. Her face still remains expressionless, though, hiding her thoughts from us.

Skye goes behind the man, swings the whip and hits it against her father’s back, getting a pained scream from him as the silver spikes rip through his skin.

My little mate drops the whip with wide eyes and mouth agape then runs away from her father, crashing into my chest with force. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, pressing my lips to the top of her head reassuringly. She keeps her arms around my waist as she leans back, craning her neck to look in my eyes.

“I did it! I really did it!” She exclaims in pure joy, leaving me stunned. She’s actually happy she hit him! “Oh God, I never thought I would be able to punish him for everything he put me through, but it felt so good!” She’s almost bouncing from happiness, making me chuckle. My cute little badass.

“Do you want to go home now? I can see you’re tired.” I trail the dark shadows under her eyes with my forefinger. Skye shakes her head defiantly with a stern look.

“I want to watch. – I notice my dad whip his head, absolutely flabbergasted. Yeah, dad, you and me both. – I know it’s probably weird to say that I want to watch my father get killed, but I’ve been raised on the legend of Beast. I’ve waited my whole life to see her in action. Please, Hunter!” I can’t stop myself from laughing at her cuteness. Looks like my mom has a fan.

“It’s okay, my love. If that’s what you want then I won’t stop you. Come here.” I open my arms for her and she immediately snuggles into me before turning around to face the cell.

Mom does not hold back, whipping the fucker bloody until his whole body is covered in cuts. Once she’s done, Shane, being the helpful sidekick he is, hands her a small sharp blade. Mom cuts fucker’s arms vertically before peeling his skin off.

His screams resonate through the dungeon as my mother skins him alive. But then she decides to torture him even more.

She rubs coarse salt into the raw tissue.

In just few minutes fucker passes out 8 times and Shane splashes him with cold water to wake him up.

I cover Skye's eyes when mom gestures at fucker’s crotch, making Shane laugh and put long gloves on. He waits as mom cuts man’s dick off then shoves it up his ass with a sadistic grin on his face. Fucker’s eyes almost pop out of his sockets as Shane rearranges his insides with his arm, making sure to bring him as much pain as he can.

Then my mother starts working on his torso. She cuts off his skin piece by piece before pouring motor oil on him and setting it on fire.

Fucker burns to death.

Mom watches emotionlessly as he writhes in agony, tugging at his restraints with the last bit of energy before he finally dies.

“That was so brutal!” My little mate exclaims quietly as she turns around in my arms, staring at me with wide eyes. “But he’s finally gone!” She cheers, jumping with joy. I press a kiss to her lips before I can stop myself, but when I move to pull away, she doesn’t let me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I crush her to my chest, lifting her off the ground before deepening the kiss.

We pull away a while later, but I don’t release her from my arms, keeping her close. “Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

I pick my mate up, making her wrap her legs around my waist, and carry her home.

Once we’re inside, I head straight to my bedroom. There’s some blood that splattered on her when she whipped her father, so I have to get her clean.

Despite her fears, she always asked to take a bath together, saying she wants to get used to me. I laughed at her at first, but deep inside I was overjoyed. She’s making effort to get closer, to open up to me.

I settle for shower today, since the water in the bath would get red from blood really fast and I don’t want Skye to soak in bloodied water.

I gently undress the both of us then carry my mate to the shower. I clean her body from head to toe before drying her off and dressing her in my shirt and boxers.

We lie in bed with my little Skye wrapped in my arms. She told me that having my arms around her makes her feel safe and secure. She’s also said that just feeling me close to her makes her sleep better, since back at the mine with her father she was too afraid to let her guard down.

“Can I kiss you again?” She shyly asks, turning in my arms.

“You don’t even have to ask. I’m all yours, my love.” With that I press my lips to hers, savoring her taste on my tongue.

I’m so taken by my mate that I barely register the noise from my parents’ bedroom.

She’s my best drug and I’m a fucking addict.