From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 293

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Chapter 293 Her Wrath

Chapter 293 Her Wrath

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And I slap him. Hard.

Seb snorts.

Orlando blinks against the sting in his cheek, then starts to struggle.

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I easily bat his hands away. And when one of his knees thuds into my spine, I throw my elbow back into his thigh, causing him to cry out. Before he can try to nail me again, Seb grips Orlando’s ankles, jerking them away from me, forcing Orlando to look like he’s sitting properly in the chair. Only this chair is lying on its back, and I’m sitting on the occupant.

“Okay! Okay!” Orlando frantically pleads, assuming we’re here for something we’re not. “I just need a little more time!”

He shakily holds his hands up in surrender, and it almost makes me smile.

I don’t need his surrender. I’m here to take without permission.

I lean more of my weight onto my knees, feeling his shoulders grind beneath me.

“T-Tell him! I’ll have the money soon!”

Lignore Orlando’s words, distracted by a flash of gold on one of his wavering hands.

A pinky ring.

Typical.

And when the lamp light reflects off it again, a memory pops into my head.

Eloise is on the couch. Crying in her sleep. Clawing at her neck. Fighting an invisible monster.

Giving me a name in her sleep. That’s right, one of the nightmares she had recently, she had called this motherfucker’s name in fear and I gave all my private investigators the task of finding everybody by the name Orlando. I needed to check them out if they were related to my wife.

“Have you always worn that?” The sound of my voice makes Orlando stop struggling.

“What?” He tries to look down at his stained and holey t-shirt.

“The ring.” I gesture toward his hand. “Have you always worn it?”

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He’s nodding as he closes his hand into a loose fist, allowing us to both see the top. As I expected, it’s a gaudy class ring. A wide gold band, covered in engravings that circle a large, obviously fake, red stone.

“I see.”

I can feel Orlando’s confusion as I stare at that fucking ring. Imagining the distress that would’ve covered a young Eloise’s face, as she tried to push that hand away. Imagining the tears streaking down her face while that ring pressed into her flesh.

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The viciousness that lives inside me slithers up my spine, and in my mind, I smell the scent of pineapples. Without another word, 1

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dart my left hand out and grip his wrist.

My weight shifts further forward, until I’m looming over him, his hand trapped between us.

Orlando’s struggling now. His eyes are wide, his animal instincts kicking in.

She would’ve looked the same way.

With my right hand, I grab his pinky. The ring warms where it meets my skin.

Orlando really starts to fight now. And I hear Seb grunt behind me, as he puts more weight against Orlando’s legs.

Orlando tries to hit me with his free hand, so I widen my stance, my left knee jamming hard into his right bicep

“Just take it!” Orlando’s shout is garbled. “Take the ring!”

My lips curl into a grin. “Okay.”

But instead of sliding the ring off, I tighten my grip around b

I jerk my hands apart. A crackling sound fills the room.

And Orlando starts to scream.

pinky finger, squeezing it, as tightly as I can.

The finger is broken, in a couple of places, but it’s still attached.

Huh.

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I give the finger another sharp pull. This time the bone breaks through the skin, causing my grip to become slick with blood.

I could literally just pull this out easily without being messy, but you know me. I want to hear his screams, I want to hear him cry and I want to torture him the way he tortured Eloise.

A howl escapes Orlando, so I let go long enough to punch him once in the face.

He doesn’t even have the decency to take it like a man.

I need a better grip.

Spotting a hole at the collar of his shirt, I drop his hand completely and rip a strip of fabric off Using the piece of Orlando’s own shirt–much to his dislike–I wrap his pinky in the rough cotton, giving me the friction I need.

Orlando’s howls of pain, never subsided. Howling meant calling for his people and Sebastian already took the precaution of having enforcers outside. So if any fucking rogue comes here, they’ll be dead before they even understand what’s going on.

Exhaling, I channel my fury into my grip, and with one final yank, I rip Orlando’s finger off.

Finally.

Holding onto one end of the strip of cloth, I let it unwind. The loose finger dropped onto Orlando’s chest.

“Gross.” Seb mutters.

Het go of Orlando’s hand, shifting my knees back to his chest, and he immediately clutches his four-digit hand in his five digit

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