"So loyal, already," Miles murmurs, ignoring the pup's pained, snarling sounds, his attempts to stagger upright, to fight. It had been stupid of Corrigan to leave his precious little mate alone with a scrawny youngster like this, and Miles is a firm believer in consequences. That had been the beginning of the end, when he'd implied that certain members of the pack were growing too...comfortable, not fully respecting the Alpha’s authority. A Beta was meant to submit, to take orders, not make them, after all. Corrigan hadn't taken kindly to that suggestion, or any of the ones that followed.

And now the outcome of those foolish choices: the pack's prized, beloved, stolen mate, with Corrigan’s whelp in their belly, unprotected and unguarded. Such a shame. "If I were in charge, I wouldn't have left your side, you know," Miles almost purrs, cradling Kurt's pretty face on one hand, savoring the scent of their fear. "You'd think Corrigan would've learned that by now, but it just goes to show -- one whore is just like any other."

A pause, then he arches both eyebrows, feigning surprise. "You have to know you aren't the first, right? Why else would you offer yourself so -- easily to me? You know you're replaceable, just a warm body for the pack to use for a time, until they're bored. Then it'll be time to move on, and what'll happen to you then?" Miles strokes his thumb along Kurt's cheek, traces the line of sun-kissed freckles.

"You poor little thing. Did you really think you were special?"