Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 135: Chapter 135

Justin’s POV
She finally fell asleep, which I thought would never happen. Her day was chaotic and long, most of it she spent waking up out of the dreary super poison that overwhelmed her system.
She is peaceful in her dreams, though still whimpering and ached from her bruising. She mumbled my name once or twice before I joined her in the hammock.
Holding her, I could feel her settle. She loved me, that was proof in her calming touch, but it didn’t change that weird explanation she gave me about what he told her. My father can’t be alive, that’s impossible.
I heard the broadcast, the news of his death—I didn’t have to be there to see it, I saw the aftermath and his pack claimed to know it happened for sure.
So why is the Huntsman trying to throw us off track now? Why is lying?
“I guess my secret can’t always be kept.”
I practically jumped from the hammock, throwing myself onto the sand while my Lycan bit back his fury. It wouldn’t last long, but it had better last enough for an explanation to come through.
Looking over my sleeping, blissful mate, I could see a familiar outline in the trees. I knew it couldn’t be real, but it also may have been, his frame broad and strong and powerful even in silhouette.
“You better be an apparition from the dead, or I’ll kill you a second time, old man.”
Even shrouded in darkness, I could see he was grinning at my threat. If it were ever a signal to who he was really, it proved it a million times over again and again.
My father isn’t so dead after all.
“I’ll be back,” I whispered, kissing my mate’s head as she slept, before crossing over to the tree line. “I didn’t smell your putrid scent coming up here, dad. Care to talk me through what happened, really?”
He only shook his head. “No, but I’ve got problems to solve, dear son. I’m going to need your help with them all.”
“I would never help you,” I bit. “Not after everything you did to me, to my mate! You broke our bond and turned her against me, your own son!”
He fought to yell, biting back a scream in reply.
“You are angry and that’s understandable, but if you want answers, and your mate to sleep throughout this interaction, I suggest you silent down, boy.”
“I am the Alpha King,” I breathed in fiery declaration. “You do not tell me how to feel, or how to respond to you, asshole.”
He laughed his throaty laugh and stepped out into the moonlight at last, his simplicity and old age touching all over the places where I remembered it to. He strained a grin that was promptly wiped away with my fist.
He didn’t appreciate that, and I didn’t care.
“So,” I hummed, looking over my knuckles in the light. “You still bleed father, that’s good to know.”
“You punched me because you thought I was fake?”
“No, I punched you because you tried to ruin the only good thing I had going in my life and on some levels, you succeeded. Helen is still my mate and no matter how you got her on your side before, I think you’ve underestimated my ability to talk her back to my side. We have a mating bond after all.”
He smiled coyly but ignored the snarl of words I offered him. “I’m not here about her. Well, I guess not really here about her. I know the Huntsman is coming for me, that is why I had to die.”
“I’m honored,” I mumbled. “Wasn’t because I was going to rip your throat out?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, dear son. I needed to do this to protect my pack. Besides, with your little village by the river growing and building, it was clear that you were capable of being the Alpha King. I may have separated you from your mate for awhile but looks like you got her back again.
“She looks good.”
I stepped in his line of sight towards her, so oblivious to my father being alive and here and—well, I’m not sure why he’s here. If he wanted to die falsely or for real, I’d be okay with either, but not if it ever involved my mate again.
He’s never to hurt her again.
I can only picture her naked, bleeding and forced out into the elements of the world like a whipped puppy looking for her mate to save her. When I tried, that’s where it all went wrong, but I will never allow it to happen a second time.
“You should leave,” I snapped. “Thanks to you being alive, you’ve got the Huntsman breathing down her neck, beating her in her dreams, and I’ve got more problems on my hands than ever before, father.”
“I know you do,” he hummed proudly, as if enjoying this. “Welcome to being the Alpha King. But I will warn you, Lycan son, it’s not as easy as you think it is. It’s all about to get worse.”
“How?”
“I can’t tell you all the answers,” he breathed. “Just know that I’m alive and untraceable to the Huntsman for a reason. If you want your mate to be safe from being killed by him, then you should do what I’ve done.”
“Faking her death is hardly productive.”
“Not that,” he purred. “Taking a smaller dose of super poison takes her wolf away, which makes it impossible for him to invade her dreams, hurt her wolf, or even trace her scent with it. She will be fine in the long run, well, I guess except for the side effect.”
I swallowed, not wanting to cry but afraid I would anyways if I asked. I had to ask either way… for her. For her health and her life and for options.
“What side effect?”
My father leaned down with a sinister grin. “No little Lycan pups for you, dear son.”