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All three.
Only Christian remained.
He stepped forward slowly, hands open, smiling as if this were a debate instead of a slaughterhouse, blood slicking the floor at his feet.
“Chimera was a beginning,” Christian said calmly.“A necessary one.I didn’t want to be a hybrid at first—I believed it was only for the benefit of Chimera.”His eyes gleamed with fevered conviction.“But then I felt it.The strength.The clarity.The power.”His gaze slid to Riley.“She’smymate.My salvation.”
Dorian shifted back to human, blood running down his side, vision narrowing.“You’re wrong,” he said coldly.“She’s our fated mate.We have a bond.Something real.Something you can’t steal.”
Christian snapped.
The fury that tore through him was explosive, unhinged.He came out swinging—fast, brutal—but it wasn’t enough.
“Get her out,” Dorian barked.
Razorbacks surged forward, unchaining Riley and carrying her clear as Dorian and Rafe closed in together.
It took both of them.
They killed Christian in human form—hands, teeth, bone, rage—until he stopped moving.
Until it was done.
They didn’t linger.
Dorian cradled Riley against his chest in the truck on the way back to HQ, blood drying on his hands, her breath faint but steady against his throat.
“Wake up,” he begged softly, forehead pressed to hers.“Please, love.Come back to us.”
Rafe’s hand covered hers, solid and shaking all at once.
The hunt was over.
Now they just had to bring their mate home.
Chapter Eleven
