if you're sexy then flaunt it

Chaos had a moment of vague confusion at Valentine's words as the former alpha began to speak. They were mad at slavers? When had they turned into goody-goody Abaven or Celestial types? They'd always been slavers themselves, because that was what one did. Some people were just inferior to others, and the superior... oh. Apparently he should have just finished listening instead of jumping to conclusions, because that explanation went a very different direction that his thoughts had gone.

A flash of white-hot fury seared through him, curling his lips up to reveal every inch of fang. These weren't just slavers. These were slavers who had somehow waltzed into Imperium's territory unnoticed, captured the alpha's mate and child, then proceeded to abuse and abase them for years in a blatant show of disrespect towards Imperium, Valentine, and by extension all of the Imperialis blood. It was the ultimate 'fuck you' and those slavers had spent the last several years giggling and snickering at how they'd gotten away with it.

"They took my brother captive?" His words came out harsh and gutteral, a wild sound that most who'd known him as the laughing trickster he'd always played himself off as wouldn't have recognized as belonging to him. "Every humiliation, every fucking scratch he got as their captive I will take out of every fucking one of them a thousand times over." He closed his jaws with a click and drew a deep breath through his nose. In, out. In, out. "How do you want to do this?" Rhyme was Chaos' brother, but Valentine had been their alpha and father, and Rhythm was his mate. Chaos had no doubt at all in his mind that he'd be the one to lead any revenge scheme, regardless of his age.