Jealousy is a powerful emotion.
And when someone touches whatâs his, that jealousy turns into a putrid rage.
He refuses to see her, as painful as it is, because he doesnât have time to explain to her why he did what he did.
Thereâs still too much left to do.
Doctor Porterâs office is put to good use as he prints out what he needs, placing it all into a manilla envelope.
He hopes that sheâll understand.
And if she doesnâtâ¦
Sheâll just have to accept it.
The spare cord he swiped from the desk sits under his pillow, waiting for the right time to strike.
But he has to bide his time and make sure everything is in place.
He refuses to see her for three days.
For three fucking days.
Itâs torture, and his cock is rock hard, desperate to be inside her.
He sends the text to Gerard in the evening, long after Ellie and Doctor Porter have left. Her scent still lingers, and he inhales it greedily.
Letâs talk. Another fifty thousand.
The guard is in his room in less than a minute, shutting the cell door behind him.
âFifty thousand,â Erik insists, towering over him.
âWhat do you need?â Gerard does his best to not sound intimidated, but he can practically smell the Betaâs fear.
âI want you to tell me something.â
The other manâs mouth drops open in surprise. âTell you what?â
âWhy you hit her.â
Gerard pales as he stutters out an explanation.
âIâit was an accident. Iââ
âBullshit,â the Alpha hisses. âYou touched whatâs mine. You hurt her.â
âNo, I didnâtââ
âYou never protected her from me!â Erik snarls, his hand slamming into the side of the wall. âYou threw her to the wolves, because she was an Omega. Because you thought she was less than you.â
Rage bubbles in him the longer Gerard sputters and makes excuses. âNo, I swearââ
But the Beta reaches for his weapon, and Erik wraps the cord around his neck, pulling tightly.
Thereâs hardly a struggle. Gerardâs hands fly to his neck, pulling desperately, but Erik watches as his face turns purple with satisfaction.
âThis is what you deserve,â he murmurs, with one final pull. âFor hurting whatâs mine.â
Gerard dies unceremoniously, spittle pooling out of his mouth as he hits the cell floor with a thud.
The first part of the plan is done.
The second part will be trickier.
And the final partâ¦
That will be quite a spectacle.