Krimson’s P.O.V
“Alpha Krimson?” Elijah tried to give me a nervous smile, but I caught a hold of his neck and held him above the ground, my claws slicing out to dig into the tender flesh.
“Don’t even try to find excuses.” I spat at him before using all my strength to throw him across the room.
He fell onto the coffee table and I had the satisfaction of watching the glass shatter as he went down on top of it, embedding the shards onto his back. His cry for help did little to appease the rage within me. The sight of blood on the floor did little to comfort the beast that wanted to rip into his chest until I was holding his beating heart in my hands…watching his eyes widen in horror as I ripped the organ out of his chest cavity.
“You’ll be locked up in the cellar,” I told him through grit
