Chapter 36: Miss T

"I'm really sorry, Tiffany. Please, listen to me—"

But Tiffany only recoiled the moment Yuan's arms wrapped around her. She shoved at his chest, twisting in his grip, but he refused to let go. His embrace was warm and firm, despite the chill in her glare.

"Let me go," she hissed, her hands pressed against him, ready to push again.

But then their eyes met. A storm swirled in them, and something stirred. He felt her breathing hitched and her resistance wavered. Yuan didn't speak anymore. He simply held her, his heartbeat steady against her own racing pulse.

Steffy's fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, and before she could think better of it, Yuan kissed her inviting lips.

They eventually found themselves in a hotel. Tangled in sheets, fully naked and wrapped in each other's arms. He sighed and sank onto the bed, watching as Tiffany moved with intense seduction. His breath tethered when she straddled him, her bare body illuminated by the dim light.

"H-how do you plan to kill me and Lucio Hernandez?" she asked as she moved up and down on top of him. He found the question weird but Yuan was too horny to even think about too much of it.

"Well," he murmured, gripping her hips, "I'd kill you or Lucio Hernandez the same way I did that fat principal."

Tiffany arched a brow, still grinding against him. "Really?"

Yuan groaned as he leaned forward, taking her nipple into his mouth.

"Ah, except," she moaned, "that I won't be castrated, right? But Lucio will."

Yuan lifted his head, smirking. "Correct."

"But I'd still be flogged, naked, and then stabbed multiple times?"

He let out a low, rumbling sound as Tiffany rolled her hips again.

"Y-yes," he rasped. "And the final ceremony? Carving the Alpha symbol into your skin."

Tiffany whimpered when his hands roamed lower, gripping her firmly. "I'm planning to carve it here," Yuan whispered, running a palm over her stomach. "It would look insanely hot, even with your dead body.

Tiffany chuckled wickedly. "At least I'll still be gorgeous in death."

Yuan smirked. "Except you'd be stabbed at least fifty times. You wouldn't be gorgeous anymore."

They both laughed.

"But You know I won't let that happen to you, señorita."

"Why?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"I just c-can't… ahh, I-I'm coming."

"Oh, not yet…"

Tffany said as she pulled away from him. Yuan opened his eyes in horror. "Where are you going? Damn it!"

She rummaged through her bag, her fingers lazily brushing over the handcuffs she pulled inside.

Yuan's eyes gleamed. "What are those for?"

In one swift motion, Tiffany straddled him again, snapping the cuffs around his wrists and locking them onto the bed's iron headboard.

The cold metal clinked. Yuan's breath hitched. "Tiffany, w-what are you doing?"

She leaned down, brushing her lips over his ear. "Do you think women are weak, Yuan?"

He let out a small, nervous laugh. "Well, I—"

"The truth is…" she whispered, inserting the pulsating cock inside her again and grinding against him once more. Yuan groaned in ecstasy.

"Women are powerful. With just a flick of our eyes, a little movement of our hips…"

Yuan swallowed as her movements created a ripple of delicious sensation in his body.

"We can tame beasts like you. We can control you. You might be physically stronger, but…" She chuckled darkly. "You're just predictable little boys."

Yuan's grin faltered. "Are we?"

"You look so handsome handcuffed like that." Tiffany grinned as she reached under the bed, pulling out a length of rope.

Yuan's amusement completely faded as panic settled in. "W-what's that for?"

Tiffany pulled away again, sending another disappointed moan from Yuan.

She knelt beside him, tying his ankles to the foot of the bed.

"Tiffany," he said, voice tight, "w-what are you doing this time?"

She shushed him, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling back with a slow, dangerous smirk.

"I planned this, Yuan. While you were out, I had George bring these little gifts to me. Isn't he sweet?"

Yuan's pulse quickened. 'This wasn't right…'

This time, Tiffany reached into her bag and pulled out a knife. The blade caught the light, glinting wickedly.

A shudder ran through Yuan's body.

"Hey, Tiffany," he rasped, "t-this was not part of the plan."

Tiffany straddled him again. Yuan once again felt the warmth sensation from her vagina but this time, she had also dragged the tip of the knife down his chest.

"Too bad for you," she said softly. "I planned to be an Alpha Don."

Her voice turned sharp, filled with venom as she moved on top of him, moaning loudly as she felt herself reaching orgasm.

"S-stop! Stop!" he cried as he also felt himself coming for a release.

"Say goodbye to your ambitions, Yuan." She grinned. "And by the way—call me Miss T."

She laughed, a wild, unhinged sound that curdled his blood.

The pain tore through him as the knife sliced through his flesh. Yuan's breath hitched—then turned into a bloodcurdling scream as the blade ripped through his most intimate part.

"T-Tiffany, please!" he choked, thrashing against the restraints. "D-don't do this!"

Tiffany tilted her head, watching his agony with cold fascination. "You know," she murmured, "I'm so much like my father, Yuan." Her grip tightened around the blade. "You shouldn't have provoked me."

With one final, brutal thrust, she severed him. Blood splattered across the sheets as a ball of flesh tumbled onto the mattress and rolled in a pool of red.

Yuan's scream ripped through the air. Tiffany simply smiled, watching as the claws of death curled around him.

She leaned down, whispering one last thing into his ear. "You should've known… the only real Alpha here is me."

And with that, Miss T walked away, leaving Yuan to bleed out in the dark.