by Marcy Jacks
He slammed the closet door. “Shouldn’t you be with your mate?”
“I told him I was getting us some snacks.” Lucian popped his knuckles.
When Van did look at him, the alpha had a smile on his face, as if he was getting ready to open up the best Christmas present he’d ever gotten.
Van turned to face him. He could put up a fight, but Lucian was a more powerful dragon than he was. Lucian could mop the floor with him. A funny way of thinking about it considering Van had an actual mop in his hand.
“I’m not telling you the names of the omegas.”
“I know,” Lucian said. “But I will get them eventually. Sorin will either let me know or one of them will crack.”
“And what?” Van asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’ll beat a couple of omegas?”
“Like I’m about to beat you?” Lucian asked, stepping forward, still smiling. “No. Sorin made me promise to ask Seth for mercy for them, but I think Seth will do that anyway. I’m just here to kick the shit out of you and chew some bubblegum.”
“And you’re all out of bubblegum?” Van sneered.
Lucian’s hand flew out, catching Van by the collar of his shirt.
“Exactly,” he said, and Van saw white before he felt the flash of pain cracking hard against his skull.
He went flying, and then it was a fight as Lucian came at him with everything he had.
Van was going to have a terrible couple of hours after this.
THE END
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