Legacy (Blackwater Pack, #3)

by Hannah McBride

Nikolai ignored him and turned to Remy. “He’s the Alpha?” “Apparently,” Remy replied coolly. Nikolai grinned, spreading his arms wide like he welcomed the news. “Wonderful.” He lunged forward, kicking Allan’s knee with a crack. Allan staggered and went down with a bellow, but Nikolai’s hands were there to cradle his head a brief second before they twisted, wrenching his head to the side. The second crack that split the air a second time was met with silence. Allan fell forward limply, his neck broken. He was dead before his cheek hit the dirt. “Sorry,” Nikolai apologized, almost congenial, before stepping back and away from the two Alphas. He gestured to the space separating them. “Carry on as you were.”

I laughed out loud in the literal sense for five entire minutes.