Black Moon (Alpha Pack #3)(61)

Wait. "You never harmed my grandmother, did you? Because if you did-"

The Unseelie held up a hand. "On my word, I never touched Ida May. We locked horns many times, but I rather admired the old bat, in my own way. As far as I know, she perished of natural causes, whatever those might have been."

Strangely, he believed that, if anything, was the unvarnished truth.

The two of them stood for long moments, neither speaking. In all of the horrible revelations, the one that hurt the most centered on Mackenzie. She was the sole bright light in his entire miserable existence. If he couldn't count on her, he had nothing.

"You are thinking of your mate," Malik said. "She kept two very important truths from you, but don't take my word. Confront her for yourself and you will see."

"I don't need your advice on how to conduct my personal life."

He shrugged. "Whether you heed my advice or not, it doesn't matter. The reality is what it is."

If only he could grasp what that reality was. He turned to get the hell out, but the Unseelie grasped his arm.

"You're forgetting something."

Kalen glared at him, ready to snap out a retort-and then the Unseelie opened his wrist with a claw and held it out.

"Your blood reward."

"I don't want it." He gritted his teeth against the tantalizing scent of the blood, so intoxicating. Better than liquor. He wanted to resist, but was about as successful as a junkie trying to turn down a hit of heroin.

"Taste. And this time, do so knowing who you are and that you're mine."

The wrist waved in front of his nose and he hesitated a few heartbeats before grabbing it and giving in to temptation. His panther purred, glad to have any blood that he didn't have to hunt. His other half enjoyed letting the sweetness, so like molasses, slide down his throat to warm his belly. It infused his body with a shot of adrenaline, filled his soul with wickedness.

He wanted to hurt those who had lied to and misled him. Longed to crush them all. Except his mate. Her, perhaps, he would show mercy. But the others? There was no limit to his wrath, no stopping his revenge.

Delicious tendrils of excitement snaked around his balls. This sort of absolute power was pure arousal, frighteningly addictive. Drugs were never a lure for him, but this was different.

"My boy," Malik whispered. "My son. Take all you need. I give you my strength to add to yours."

Kalen drank until he couldn't think straight anymore, while Malik stroked his head and murmured.

"Embrace who you are. Then make them pay."

The wonderful darkness had obliterated all reason. Hadn't he endured enough agony? What had he ever done to deserve the abuse he'd suffered his entire life? All of it was too much. His mind, his will, could no longer stand against this seduction.

"Make them all pay."

Yes. He wanted that. "How?"

"First, you will kill Sariel. He is a threat to me, to us," Malik said quietly. "I know this will be difficult for you, but it must be done."

"But . . . he's my half brother."

"Yes, and he must die, or you and I will. If we perish, so does our mission-to rule the world and put paranormals at the top of the food chain. Remember what I told you before about the greater good. Sometimes sacrifices must be made, my boy."

"I understand."

"Very good." He gave Kalen a sly smile. "Have no fear. You will come to enjoy the killing. Do you feel the wicked rush in your veins from the blood reward?"

"Yeah." He wanted more.

"Killing your prey slowly, draining their life force as you do . . ." He made a sound of satisfaction. "There is nothing like it. Multiply how the blood reward makes you feel and you'll have an idea how pleasurable it is to take your prey."

Against his will, his c**k thickened in anticipation. Deep in his brain, some part of the former Kalen recoiled in dread at his own salacious thoughts. The longing to feel what Malik described. But he couldn't deny that he wanted it. He was tired of being the nice guy, of coming in last.

It was time for vengeance.

"I'll kill Sariel," he heard himself say. What? No!

"And then you will kill one other Pack member of your choice. Someone you truly like."

"Why?" He frowned.

"Because I order it so, and you must prove your loyalty is to me and none other."

That settled him. He had a purpose. "All right."

Malik looked beyond pleased. "You will be amazed at how easy and satisfying it is to drain the life force of another and take it into yourself. This is your birthright. It is only natural for the strong to consume the weak."

"I'll do it. What else?"

"When I give the order, you will lower the shields on the compound again. And this time they will remain down. I have an army of hundreds of Sluagh ready to storm the base and slaughter every living soul inside. Except your mate, of course. I have big plans for my grandson."

Kalen tried to feel something at that news, any sense of remorse. But it was as though he'd signed away his soul to the devil.

Except . . . his son. The screaming voice was back in his head, protesting. He had to protect his son from Malik. But then the voice was fading away, buried under layers of malice and confusion. Replaced by animal excitement.