Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 101: Chapter 101
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Helen POV
I sat against the bars, holding a new, fluffy blanket that Randy had brought me. He was sitting on a stool outside my cage, throwing cards down in a light, easy gambling game.
We hadn’t talked since he offered to take me from my cell, to be a Luna of his pack, and I found it funny, past the very weird combination that would make us, that after so many years of being refused as Luna-material, I am almost being petitioned as a Luna of more than one pack.
Randy meant the best in the fight with Justin. He and I have grown to understand one another through the months since he rescued us from Alpha King Juden.
He peered up from his cards, tossing a few uncooked beans down between us. “I call.”
“I match,” I breathed, these little games the only thing keeping me sane sometimes. Looking at Randy, I picture him and Justin fighting again—fighting over me. “Can I ask you something?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Helen,” he said, gruff. “I’m exhausted and this has been a long week for me. That entire order was just as frustrating and embarrassing for you, as it was for me.”
“Yeah, but I have to ask,” I purred. “Why are you on my side, Randy?”
He looked at his cards, calling again and pulling over the ones in the bank. I wasn’t very good at this game, but he looked past that thankfully.
“I don’t know if I’m on your side or not,” he admitted. “After what happened with Juden, I should hate you, Luna. There’s no doubting that. But, I’m like a brother to Justin. We’ve been matched as Alpha and Beta for as long as I can recall.”
We laid our cards down, Randy winning by a landslide. He grinned, but the definition of ache was still there.
“I see how well you treat him,” he breathed. “You are good for him, Helen. You pulled him out of a lot of hard places and you’re a good, strong Luna.”
Glancing around my cell, I didn’t feel like such a good Luna anymore. My edge had fallen, my worth has been wasted, and the rest of my use was taking the brunt of Justin’s anger until maybe one day he would smarten up.
I never betrayed him. He will know that one day… Maybe.
Randy laid out another hand of cards but steps coming down the stairs made Joy purr. She still loved my mate, no matter how brutally he had treated us lately. He never hurt us, never disparaged me, and his tone had softened toward me since I surrendered to him.
If I tell him what he needs to hear, maybe he will spare me some trouble.
The Fae Russo came down the stairs in place of my mate and Joy fell sullen within me.
“Playing cards?” he grumbled, sitting against the bars of the cell and slipping me a little tea cup of coffee. I hadn’t drunk much before, but having it lately certainly helped in warming me up. “Here you go, Luna.”
“Thank you,” I hummed, sipping on my cup while Randy re-dealt the next round of cards. “How is he, Russo?”
The Fae looked aside, not even bothering to hide his frustration. “He’s upset, little wolf. There’s no fixing that right now. You just need to give him time.”
“Am I ever going to be let out of here?”
Both the kind Beta and the confident Fae exchanged a look I could read from miles away.
“I guess not,” I growled, pushing my set of cards away.
“You stabbed him in the spine,” Randy mumbled. “He could have died. He loves you still, Helen, he just can’t trust you.”
“Then make him trust me,” I panted. “Make him believe me, please! I was forced to stab him by a wizard in Juden’s pack! He had this power that manipulated my body and—and—”
My head fell with the looks on their faces.
“Why won’t anyone believe me?”
“It’s impossible, little wolf,” Russo muttered. “I have spent my entire life with those wizards and not one of them had a power as bold as that one. It’s just impossible, Helen.”
I looked to Randy, waiting for an explanation I could see wasn’t coming. “Then what do you think I did? If you are loyal to me and you don’t believe I was forced to stab my mate, then explain what happened. Please, go ahead.”
Randy set his cards down, annoyed with this topic of conversation. “I think you were forced,” he growled. “You were beaten up, Helen. You were in horrible condition when we found you in Juden’s courtyard. It’s only wise to think that you were beaten past the point of cognitive decision making.”
I shook all over with those words, holding my blanket tighter and breaking the coffee cup in my lap. Glass splattered all over my palms and the hot liquid scorched my inner thighs and knees.
I ignored the pain, fighting back the urge to shift, to howl and bite and fight…
It wouldn’t help the way I feel, but it would prove my aggravation. How could they think I would ever hurt Justin?!
I would rather have Juden whip me to death than I would allow myself to be convinced to betray my mate. Obviously it didn’t matter what the truth was. They believed what they wanted and ignored my reasoning.
Russo hissed at the sight of my legs in burnt welts and Randy reached for the keys. Normally Justin escorts me upstairs to the bathroom and shower, but I’ve never been left with Randy and Russo to be let out of here.
Justin must be away.
Russo clamped my chains on my wrists and Randy hung an arm around my hips, pulling me up the basement stairs while the red streaks of bloody, aching burns ran down to my ankles.
I hissed, having to kneel and rest in the hallway upstairs. Justin’s scent was distant and lingering by the front door. I looked to Russo, then tried to peer out the front windows.
“Where is he?”
Randy shrugged. “He is on reconnaissance with the warriors, trying to spy on Lone Wolf pack. When I turned down being their Alpha, we haven’t heard if they chose another or decided to disband.”
My eyes flew wide with that admission. If Justin is at Lone Wolf and Juden has passed away from illness… maybe that meant the wizard who put me under his spell was there.
Then I could show them both how I was really forced into wounding my mate. But how could I get away from them both?
I didn’t want to betray my two good allies by running off while they’re supposed to watch me, but if I tell them my plan to hurry to the Lone Wolf pack, they will only throw me back in my cell.
I had to be wise in my attempt, which meant that I had to at least overpower one of them, not both.
I stood from my spot on the floor and made it into the bathroom with Randy’s help, Russo not far behind. Randy turned on the shower while I looked at my stained clothes.
“Please, take these off,” I pleaded with wide eyes. “I can’t shower with these on every day or they will rust.”
Randy considered my request and I think having Justin away certainly helped him make that choice quicker. He slipped the key in my cuffs and let them fall to the floor. When he turned to adjust the shower water, I leaned sideways on the wall and gasped loudly.
I faked a long, heavy heave of breath, grabbed my chest, shut my eyes…
And fell to the floor in a motionless heap.
I sat against the bars, holding a new, fluffy blanket that Randy had brought me. He was sitting on a stool outside my cage, throwing cards down in a light, easy gambling game.
We hadn’t talked since he offered to take me from my cell, to be a Luna of his pack, and I found it funny, past the very weird combination that would make us, that after so many years of being refused as Luna-material, I am almost being petitioned as a Luna of more than one pack.
Randy meant the best in the fight with Justin. He and I have grown to understand one another through the months since he rescued us from Alpha King Juden.
He peered up from his cards, tossing a few uncooked beans down between us. “I call.”
“I match,” I breathed, these little games the only thing keeping me sane sometimes. Looking at Randy, I picture him and Justin fighting again—fighting over me. “Can I ask you something?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Helen,” he said, gruff. “I’m exhausted and this has been a long week for me. That entire order was just as frustrating and embarrassing for you, as it was for me.”
“Yeah, but I have to ask,” I purred. “Why are you on my side, Randy?”
He looked at his cards, calling again and pulling over the ones in the bank. I wasn’t very good at this game, but he looked past that thankfully.
“I don’t know if I’m on your side or not,” he admitted. “After what happened with Juden, I should hate you, Luna. There’s no doubting that. But, I’m like a brother to Justin. We’ve been matched as Alpha and Beta for as long as I can recall.”
We laid our cards down, Randy winning by a landslide. He grinned, but the definition of ache was still there.
“I see how well you treat him,” he breathed. “You are good for him, Helen. You pulled him out of a lot of hard places and you’re a good, strong Luna.”
Glancing around my cell, I didn’t feel like such a good Luna anymore. My edge had fallen, my worth has been wasted, and the rest of my use was taking the brunt of Justin’s anger until maybe one day he would smarten up.
I never betrayed him. He will know that one day… Maybe.
Randy laid out another hand of cards but steps coming down the stairs made Joy purr. She still loved my mate, no matter how brutally he had treated us lately. He never hurt us, never disparaged me, and his tone had softened toward me since I surrendered to him.
If I tell him what he needs to hear, maybe he will spare me some trouble.
The Fae Russo came down the stairs in place of my mate and Joy fell sullen within me.
“Playing cards?” he grumbled, sitting against the bars of the cell and slipping me a little tea cup of coffee. I hadn’t drunk much before, but having it lately certainly helped in warming me up. “Here you go, Luna.”
“Thank you,” I hummed, sipping on my cup while Randy re-dealt the next round of cards. “How is he, Russo?”
The Fae looked aside, not even bothering to hide his frustration. “He’s upset, little wolf. There’s no fixing that right now. You just need to give him time.”
“Am I ever going to be let out of here?”
Both the kind Beta and the confident Fae exchanged a look I could read from miles away.
“I guess not,” I growled, pushing my set of cards away.
“You stabbed him in the spine,” Randy mumbled. “He could have died. He loves you still, Helen, he just can’t trust you.”
“Then make him trust me,” I panted. “Make him believe me, please! I was forced to stab him by a wizard in Juden’s pack! He had this power that manipulated my body and—and—”
My head fell with the looks on their faces.
“Why won’t anyone believe me?”
“It’s impossible, little wolf,” Russo muttered. “I have spent my entire life with those wizards and not one of them had a power as bold as that one. It’s just impossible, Helen.”
I looked to Randy, waiting for an explanation I could see wasn’t coming. “Then what do you think I did? If you are loyal to me and you don’t believe I was forced to stab my mate, then explain what happened. Please, go ahead.”
Randy set his cards down, annoyed with this topic of conversation. “I think you were forced,” he growled. “You were beaten up, Helen. You were in horrible condition when we found you in Juden’s courtyard. It’s only wise to think that you were beaten past the point of cognitive decision making.”
I shook all over with those words, holding my blanket tighter and breaking the coffee cup in my lap. Glass splattered all over my palms and the hot liquid scorched my inner thighs and knees.
I ignored the pain, fighting back the urge to shift, to howl and bite and fight…
It wouldn’t help the way I feel, but it would prove my aggravation. How could they think I would ever hurt Justin?!
I would rather have Juden whip me to death than I would allow myself to be convinced to betray my mate. Obviously it didn’t matter what the truth was. They believed what they wanted and ignored my reasoning.
Russo hissed at the sight of my legs in burnt welts and Randy reached for the keys. Normally Justin escorts me upstairs to the bathroom and shower, but I’ve never been left with Randy and Russo to be let out of here.
Justin must be away.
Russo clamped my chains on my wrists and Randy hung an arm around my hips, pulling me up the basement stairs while the red streaks of bloody, aching burns ran down to my ankles.
I hissed, having to kneel and rest in the hallway upstairs. Justin’s scent was distant and lingering by the front door. I looked to Russo, then tried to peer out the front windows.
“Where is he?”
Randy shrugged. “He is on reconnaissance with the warriors, trying to spy on Lone Wolf pack. When I turned down being their Alpha, we haven’t heard if they chose another or decided to disband.”
My eyes flew wide with that admission. If Justin is at Lone Wolf and Juden has passed away from illness… maybe that meant the wizard who put me under his spell was there.
Then I could show them both how I was really forced into wounding my mate. But how could I get away from them both?
I didn’t want to betray my two good allies by running off while they’re supposed to watch me, but if I tell them my plan to hurry to the Lone Wolf pack, they will only throw me back in my cell.
I had to be wise in my attempt, which meant that I had to at least overpower one of them, not both.
I stood from my spot on the floor and made it into the bathroom with Randy’s help, Russo not far behind. Randy turned on the shower while I looked at my stained clothes.
“Please, take these off,” I pleaded with wide eyes. “I can’t shower with these on every day or they will rust.”
Randy considered my request and I think having Justin away certainly helped him make that choice quicker. He slipped the key in my cuffs and let them fall to the floor. When he turned to adjust the shower water, I leaned sideways on the wall and gasped loudly.
I faked a long, heavy heave of breath, grabbed my chest, shut my eyes…
And fell to the floor in a motionless heap.
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