Free An Alpha for the Demigod by Ezra Dawn Page B

severs the tie completely, your scent will no longer appeal
to him or her. You will no longer be mates. The one that can simply
starts the process over. It’s like a reset button. It severs the
tie that has already been started but if you change your mind you
can start the bonding process again.
    I’ll go with the reset
button.
    So it will be.
    Thank you.
    As soon as that last
thought leaves my mind searing white hot agony shoots down the side
of my neck from the claiming mark straight into my heart. I scream
until it’s finally over. A bond that took only seconds to form with
a mistaken bite took three days to sever. It was the worst pain I
have ever felt in my entire life and I never want to experience it
again. My voice is hoarse now because I screamed so
much.
    Once my voice is back to
normal it’s back to the daily grind.
    Today, finds me with a
sleaze named Rat Bill. Seriously, that’s his name. He’s a fucking
cockroach and I’m supposed to be torturing him for information. I
already got the information I needed. He was easy to break but, I’m
not in the mood for easy. I don’t want easy to end my day early. I
don’t want to go home to an empty house because my fucking mate
didn’t want me.
    So, here I am still
torturing Rat Bill because I don’t want to go home, because I’m
still pissed the fuck off, because if I don’t do something
productive the emptiness in my heart is going to eat me alive. Rat
Bill finally wakes up after having passed out from the pain
earlier. I stare coldly at the tools on the table. “Tell me Rat,
does a cockroach scream when it dies?”
    He squeals “I don’t know
man! I don’t know!”
    I turn around and smile
the coldest smile I can muster. “Well, let’s find out then. Shall
we? You filthy little cockroach.” He screams as I rip out his
insides with a hook. I guess, I finally snapped huh?
    I pack up my tools and
step outside to wait for the cleanup crew. I got the number from
Valik so that I could stop asking him every time I needed one.
Especially lately, I’ve gotten more violent than usual. Valik says
he’s concerned. Krealik says if I keep it up it could be me on the
chopping block next but, I just can’t find it in myself to give a
shit anymore. Why should I? The man fate chose for me didn’t even
want me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? That’s all I
had left to live for. My mother has her own family so she’s not
alone anymore. She doesn’t need me to survive.
    I shout at the sky “What
the fuck am I supposed to do now!!?” I don’t even realize I’m
crying until I collapse on the ground with my head in my hands. By
then though, it’s turned into full blown sobbing. Guess we can add
full on mental breakdown to my list of undesirable personality
traits. I leave once I see the cleanup crew’s van pull up to the
building. I don’t even explain where to find the body like I
usually do. I just get the fuck out of there before they see me
losing my shit.
    The next day, I find
myself sitting in an interrogation office like the ones in a human
police department. Krealik is sitting at the table across from me
and Valik is standing behind him. I guess the cleanup crew reported
in about the mess I made last night, and with the recording I sent
in containing the information they’ve probably figured out I
continued the torture even after he gave up the information. I’m in
for one hell of a lecture. Krealik leans forward. He steeples his
fingers and points at me. “I don’t know where to start. What the
fuck is going on with you? You’re spiraling out of
control.”
    He throws down Rat Bill’s
case file in front of me and says “That shit right there is what
I’m talking about. What the fuck were you thinking? He gave up the
info at the beginning but you continued and the way you ended it
was…just fucking brutal let’s put it like that. You are one
seriously twisted individual. We all know that but you’ve never
gone this far. So tell