The Omni-Wolf’s Choice novel Chapter 89

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Bridget’s POV

‘Mystique… Mystique, where are you? I need you.’ I keep trying to mind-link my wolf, but

it’s useless.

Dark presses in on all sides. My wolf sight sharpens the edges anyway-the rat tucked

into the corner, the steady drip from a pipe, the wet, rough concrete blocks sweating

cold.

I stay flat on the battered cot, not even blinking if I can help it, listening for anything

beyond this room. I can’t tell if it’s morning or night. I can’t even swear what day it is.

After they bathed me, they gave me a small plate of food. Then the witch stuck me again. I don’t know how long I was out, but I’ve been awake for a while now, and I want

out so badly my teeth ache.

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look.

Footsteps. Getting nearer.

I know that cadence. King Griffin.

A key grates in the lock. The door swings open, and he steps in like he owns the air-

two soldiers at his back, the same ones who hauled me earlier.

“Well, hello, my love,” he says brightly. “I couldn’t resist checking on you. Settling in

nicely?”

He flips on the light. My eyes burn, and I squint hard until the room stops swimming.

“I wouldn’t leave a five-star review,” I say. “Not even close.”

He laughs like I’m charming. “Behave and you’ll earn an upgrade. Main floor, better

treatment—the whole thing. Obedience comes with rewards, my love.”

He sits beside me and drags his fingers through my hair.

I turn my face to the wall.

His hand snaps to my chin and yanks. “You’re going to learn respect. Or I’ll make this

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place your personal nightmare. Understand me?” His gaze flicks to my face, narrowing. “What is that?”

The bruise at my eye throbs, proof of the punch I took.

“What happened to you?” he demands, voice sharp. “Who did it?”

I glance past him at the guard glaring like he’d like to finish the job.

“You’ll have to ask the soldier behind you.”

I don’t have much left to lose. The drugs are wearing thin, and strength is creeping back into my limbs. I just need time-time to look harmless.

Griffin stands and turns on his men. Both straighten fast.

“Which one of you touched her?” he asks.

“Sire,” the one who hit me says, rushing the words, “it was an accident. I was trying to

help her off the cot and she bit me. She wouldn’t let go, so I… I forced her off.”

Griffin’s expression doesn’t soften. It hardens.

“So,” he says quietly, “you put your hands on my property. You decided you could touch

what belongs to me. Mark her up. Bruise my mate.”

He moves to the other soldier instead, draws a blade, and in one smooth motion cuts the

man’s throat.

The guard collapses, choking, hands clamped to the wound as blood pours between his

fingers. He gurgles on it, eyes wide, body twitching.

Griffin crouches, peels the dying man’s hands away like they offend him, and drives the

weapon into his eye.

“There,” he murmurs. “Now we’re square. Eye for an eye.”

He wipes the blade clean on the dead man’s clothes and straightens. Then he places the

weapon into the remaining guard’s hands like he’s passing off a tool.

“Remove the body.”

He turns back to me, all gentleness again. “My queen… I’m sorry you had to see that. It

shouldn’t have happened.”

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He signals, and two more soldiers appear. They step in close and unlock the cuffs

fastening me to the bed.

Relief hits immediately-the restraints had been biting into my wrists and ankles.

I try to sit up too fast and my head lolls.

“Easy.” Griffin says, voice syrupy. “The drugs make you sluggish. I’d hate for you to stand

and fall.”

The guards lift me anyway. Griffin guides them to a chair shoved into the corner.

Chains bite around me again, snapping closed before I can twist away.

Another chair is carried in for him. He sits directly in front of me, one leg crossed over the

other, wearing that smug, satisfied look-like my hatred is entertainment.

“Your face gives you away,” he says. “Still angry. You’ll either let that go, or you’ll stay

down here in the dark. I can delay showing you off, but I won’t wait forever for an heir.

Even if I have to take what I want.”

My stomach turns.

“Force me if you want,” I spit. “It won’t happen. Did you even think this through? I would

rather die than be tied to you in any way.”

He nods, as if I’ve confirmed something. “I expected that. You sound just like your

mother. She fought me the same way.”

My breath catches. “You knew my mother?”

“Oh, yes,” he says, smiling. “I knew her very well. Radiant. A gift from the gods. But like

you, her mouth never stopped getting her into trouble.”

He leans forward, eyes bright with obsession. “I wanted her as my mate, but she chose a

pathetic man instead. Your father, I assume. They fled. No one flees from me. When I d

ecide I want something, I take it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I claimed her,” he says plainly. “She ran and hid after I did the work-after I marked

what was mine. And then the whore had you.”

My blood goes cold.

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“She was incredible,” he continues, almost reverent. “So I hunted her. When I found her

again, I planned to kidnap her and claim her again and again. But by the time I caught up,

they had a child.”

My voice breaks. “So you knew my parents when I was little?”

He smiles wider, like he enjoys the pain in my face. “I made it my life to take everything

from her destroy what she loved-then keep her for myself. But they ran with you, and

we chased you. I was close. Close enough I could taste it.”

His gaze goes distant, replaying it. “Then that bloody woman and her mate fell into the

river. We searched until there was nothing left to search. I thought-if I found you, I

could raise you properly, make you obedient, make you replace her.”

I can barely breathe.

“We pulled your parents from the water a few miles down,” he says, casual as weather.

“Dead. But you were gone. No trace. And then-like a holiday miracle-you appear

again. For me.”

My throat tightens and burns. “You killed my parents? You did this?”

Tears spill before I can stop them, hot and endless. Rage swells underneath, so big it

feels like it’ll split my ribs.

“Yes, beautiful,” Griffin says. “I fought for what I wanted. And I would do it all again.

Look at us now-together. Forever.”

Something in me snaps.

“I will kill you,” I scream, the words ripping out raw. “You spineless, miserable excuse for

a man. You stole my family because you couldn’t stand being told no!”

I wrench against the chains, dragging the chair with me. Power surges up through my

veins; my vision sharpens; I feel heat gather behind my eyes as they begin to glow.

His smirk vanishes.

Fear replaces it.

He shoots back from his chair. “Celeste! Get in here-now!”

The witch rushes in, already holding a needle.

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“I’ll kill you!” I roar, thrashing so hard the chair scrapes. “I’ll kill all of you! I swear it!”

“Damnit-give me that!” Griffin snaps, yanking the syringe from Celeste’s hand. He

strides toward me. “Hold her down!”

Hands clamp my shoulders. Another grips my head.

Griffin drives the needle into my neck.

“I will end you. For-”

Everything slides away.

Black.

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