254. Lorenzo
I felt the usual exhalation that I always felt when I was squeezing life out of someone. It made me feel alive. It was like an aphrodisiac to me and I loved it. I knew it would calm me.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, burning into my eyes, but I didn’t blink. My fingers tightened around his throat, squeezing until his breath came out in short, desperate gasps. His veins bulged, his face turning a sick shade of purple as he clawed weakly at my wrist.
I was livid. Angry. Devastated. Exhausted.
The forest had drained me, but not enough to stop me from getting what I wanted. From getting a fix.
“Alpha-King… you—” The bastard choked on his words, his voice barely a whisper before I released him with a shove.
He collapsed onto the cold concrete floor, gasping for breath, but
