Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 117: Chapter 117

Helen POV
I knelt by his feet, watching as he crumbled into a chair by the fireplace. I hadn’t even thought to find a robe, or to slip into my dress from earlier as it reeked of William’s scent still.
I leaned my clean, warm cheek against my Lycan mate’s knee and watched him turn over the envelope carefully. He didn’t want to open, that was obvious, but my curiosity was certainly pricked.
“Are you going to read it?” I asked solemnly. “It could be important.”
My mate looked over me, kneeling at his side, and I could see a hint of a grin threatening his lips. He watched over me in this favorable position, though there wasn’t much sexual tension between us sense he fought his Lycan from penetrating me in the arena after William kissed me.
I was sure Justin would make his aura and scent over me known, but he withheld, and that was surprising. He must not have enjoyed hearing William call me a bed slave…
I didn’t enjoy that at all.
“Are you… Are you mad at me, Justin?”
“For what?” he growled.
“For what William said about me being your—your—”
“You can not control his words, mate,” Justin said at last, breaking me stuttering speech. “Did I like him bringing that kind of disparaging insult out against my mate? Of course not. I just don’t know if I want to open this. It could just be another insult.”
“It could be about the pixies…”
I looked up, wide-eyed and desperate. He grinned a little more than before, though it didn’t show well through his crooked brow and permanent scowl. He finally ripped the envelope open and pulled out an index card covered in writing.
He read it over once. Then twice.
Then a third in complete and perpetual silence.
“He’s declaring war on True Mates.”
I shook my head. “Is that all? We already assumed that. He wants payback for killing Scott. What else does it say, Justin?”
He leaned forward, his free hand brushing the back of my hair gently, petting me affectionately before he threw the card into the fire nearby.
He stood at once and exited wordlessly into the bathroom. The shower flipped on and I could hear him undressing, but I couldn’t let him leave that conversation without telling me more!
The card was still halfway decent and I reached into the scolding flames. They laced around my fingertips and my palms and I cried out, biting on my bottom lip to keep from screaming.
I tasted blood but pulled the card out of the fire and blew away the extra flames. The edges had gone black and turned to soot and dust. I was left with a tiny scrap left but what I could read, I didn’t like.
“Put that back,” Justin growled, naked and shivering in rage as though he hadn’t stepped into the shower yet. I pulled the card closer into my chest and rattled with anxiety. “Put. It. Back.”
“Justin, how could you not tell me about this? William wrote that he wants me to be turned into him and he will release the pixies and keep from fighting you! We have to—”
“No!” he roared. I fell back from the tidal wave of pressure his Alpha tone had caused. “We don’t have to do anything! I will handle that rogue and you will—”
“I’ll be your bed slave?” I sneered.
It wasn’t the best timing for a little sarcastic remark, and I regretted it fully, but I couldn’t help how infuriating it was to have my mate keep this kind of offer away from me.
Unless he knew I would take it.
I tossed the index card back into he fire and eyed the doorway.
If I were to run fast enough, I knew Joy would take over and together, her and I could lead us right back to the rogue’s compound. I knew I would try in that moment.
In the next, Justin knew it too and stomped over toward me, naked and aroused and furious.
I bolted for the door, my towel coming loose in the process and I gripped onto the doorframe at once, Justin’s claws coming against my shoulder.
I screamed in hysteria, begging and yelling and wanting to flee—wanting to make this right.
Justin backed away, forcing his Lycan to remain calm, and steps came rushing through the estate.
Randy stopped beside me, seeing me clinging to the doorway and bleeding, Justin’s Lycan trying to fight him in his head. When the beta reached for me, the Alpha growled in heavy warning.
“Don’t touch my mate,” Justin said through his clenched, locked jaw. “She was trying to run away from me. She isn’t to leave my side tonight. Not even for a second.”
Randy rolled his eyes and brushed my wet and cold hair down my bare back, his fingertips strolling carefully over my new claw marks that Justin made against my spine while I was in the tub.
“He’s losing it,” I panted, looking at Randy in desperation. “His Lycan hates me more every day. Why can’t I just turn myself and make this right for True Mates and for the pixies?”
“What are you talking about?” Randy snarled.
Justin leaned lazily against the wall across the room, his eyes on the fire that has since eaten the card with scribbles of a deal marked out by that treacherous rogue.
“William said he would release the pixies and never return to True Mates, if that meant that he could have Luna Helen in return,” Justin purred at last.
I sulked, craning to look down the long hallway. I could maybe—although somewhat impossibly—outrun The Last Lycan AND the beta.
It wouldn’t work well, but if I tried my best, I could get a head start.
Randy clicked his fingers in front of my face, trying to catch my attention again.
“Don’t run from me,” the bold beta said plainly. “You want his trust back? Don’t run from him, either.”
I hiccupped an inhale. “I have to get those pixies back and protect True Mates.”
“We just acquired the Lone Wolf pack, Helen. I don’t think we need protecting. We are bigger than anything that rogue could throw together. Beside, we have the wizards on our side and Russo. The pixies love you, Helen. We are fine and we will figure out a way to release the others.”
“He says he has help,” Justin snapped, his voice unkind from across the room. “William wrote in the note that he has the help of the huntsman.”
My brow furrowed. “Who is the huntsman?”
Randy’s face fell and he shook his head slow with a tragic look in his dark eyes. “It’s not good, but still, we can get through this. I know we can. I’m not worried about getting the pixies back. We are strong, Luna. Go ahead and lay down in bed here, it’s warm and comfy, okay?”
He pushed past me, approaching Justin. He threw a blanket at his Alpha and scorned Justin as he came to face him closely. I could hear them bickering at once and couldn’t understand why.
Who was the huntsman and why did they both look like they lost hope when it was mentioned his involvement with William?
It can’t be worse than anything we have already faced.
I crawled out of the room and when I couldn’t hear them arguing anymore, I sprinted through the halls. I stopped briefly in my old room, the room I shared with my loving mate so long ago and slipped into some jeans and tee-shirt.
I eyed the front doors carefully but decided against running off. At least, not yet.
Not until I find out who the huntsman is and why I should fear him.