Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 141: Chapter 141

Justin POV
It was my fault. All of it. I was the one who gave Helen the potion to make her mortal and I was negligent in how to handle her lack of strength. It was like she was mortal, a human again, and I could have killed her if my Lycan came anywhere near breaking loose during that moment with her.
I was furious with myself, my Lycan needing to run, to exert every ounce of ferocity out until my mind could clear. I found Randy on the brim of the pack, keeping the warriors company on watch.
I shifted at last, panting and exhausted when I doubled over in the grass. Randy shifted as well, mortal and confused, but no where near as furious as me. He looked oddly calm, waiting for the storm to brew with that rogue William.
“What’s wrong?”
I shook all over, trying to make sense of my horrible mistake tonight. “My mate, Randy. I—she just—I should have—”
He looked through me with an eye of distain, I could tell he knew what I was aiming to say. “Should I go check on her?”
I nodded, though hesitant. “She’s naked still. I think she passed out. Her wrist…”
He stood abruptly, waving off my words at once. “I’ll get the healer.”
“She’s on that poison dose, though. She won’t react well to a wolfen healer.”
He walked away still, shrugging. “I have to try something, Alpha. Keep an eye out on the woods for now. Something doesn’t feel right.”
I looked back to the warriors, pacing the edge of the property. I could use a fight right about now, just to exhale the pent-up ferocity inside of me. If anything, I needed my stomach to stop hurting and my head to quit spinning.
Being sexual with my mate was great, but I ruined it. I should have been mindful of the side effects of the poison but for now, I couldn’t fix her. I just needed to give her space, I’m sure of that.
One of the warriors ducked his head, growling.
I glanced off into the distance, seeing a familiar face in the dark woods outside my pack. I waved the warriors to relax, walking toward those gleaming eyes under the moonlight.
“What are you doing out here? I’m in the middle of your mess, still.”
My father tipped his chin up, his neck veiny and taut in the dark of night. “I’m still untraceable, dear boy. I just needed to come see something for myself.”
“What now?”
“You had a murder in your pack recently?”
My brow furrowed but I ultimately nodded. “Yeah, it was earlier tonight, actually. Why do you ask and how do you even know about that?”
He didn’t seem interested in answering either questions. “You’ve made enemies, son. Well, so have I. A close ally of mine has gone a little crazy and he has set out to destroy me and you both.”
I wanted to rip his heart out of his chest but I knew I’d come up empty handed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I snarled. “I have enough problems. I don’t need your help acquiring more!”
“Justin, I understand the spot you’re in, but as Alpha King now, you—”
“Do not patronize me,” I snarled. “Never again. You do not get to teach me anything about leadership. Your answer to fixing your out of control Lycan son was to lock him up in chains!”
He bit back a grin but failed. “Didn’t you do the same thing to your mate when you got her back?”
I lost it then, my mind already on edge. I shifted, my Lycan standing over my father in desperate need to attack. He wasn’t being reasonable, nor wise. I could kill him in a single, sweeping slap across the neck. He would deserve this death.
Instead, I was stopped, seeing Randy’s wolf pounce into the clearing beside me. He shifted back, out of breath and horrified in surprise.
“Alpha, we have an issue.”
“Randy,” my father hummed. “It’s nice to see—”
“Shut up,” he griped, ignoring my father. “Justin, come back to the estate now. It’s—it’s not good.”
I shifted back, breathless and focused on my mate. My father stopped me, a hand wrapped around my upper arm and pulling me back to face him. He had a cold, almost secretive edge to his eyes, like he had a secret he wanted to tell me, but he didn’t.
I pulled free of his arm with a grunt. “You handle your enemies, I’ll handle mine, Juden.”
“They are one in the same, boy,” he breathed, stalking back off into the woods. “One in the same.”
I hurried to catch up with Randy, seeing him stomp through the line of warriors as we headed back to the house. I could only think of the worst things, wondering if I snapped her ribs or fractured her pelvis. If I was any less careful—I could have easily broken my mate in half.
It was stupid and worthless and—
I turned to corner into the bedroom, shocked.
Helen laid on her side, Russo the only one in the room while the healer was nowhere to be found. She had been covered with a blanket and Randy and I stole a set of jeans, trying to be decent while we both came around the front of the bed beside the onlooking Fae.
“Where is the healer?”
“She didn’t answer the door, sleeping too deep,” Randy breathed. “I came back to see her and she was like this.”
I leaned forward, taking in the sight of my mate’s exposed, bare skin, covered all over in glittery, powdery pixie dust. My eyes widened, seeing the little pixie that admired my mate so much jump off her shoulder, landing on the bed with a stumble.
Helen exhaled, sounding relieved in her sleep.
I lifted the blanket up enough to see the bruises were gone, along with the crooked ache in her wrist.
My mate hiccupped, pixie dust coughed up from her lungs, but she never woke up from it. I tucked her hair back while the pixie sat down right in front of Helen’s nose, watching her carefully like she was waiting to see her work come alive and heal.
“Is this going to have any adverse reaction to the super poison?” I asked, kneeling so I could see the little pixie better. “Do you know anything about that?”
She turned her nose up at me, looking to Russo who eventually came down to his knees as well, leaning in so the small pixie could bark in his ear.
The Fae pulled away and snickered a laugh, biting his lip hard. “She doesn’t like you, Lycan.”
My eyes went wide. “What?”
“She says you poisoned her queen. She doesn’t like you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, it was for her own good. The Huntsman was hurting her in her sleep. I had to protect her.”
The pixie replied through Russo and he still shook his head. “She said she doesn’t know anything about the poison but if there was anything in her bloodstream, it would be gone by now because of the healing dust.”
I looked up at Helen, seeing her eyes pinch tight together, my stomach falling.
“The Huntsman is back inside my mate’s mind.”