Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 28: Chapter 28
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Helen POV
The morning was quiet. Justin moved carelessly through time as though his event wasn’t happening today. I suppose being a lycan was enough of a confidence booster for him to know that no matter the outcome, he was the favored to win.
He is tantalized with the sight of me, slowly, teasingly dressing just within range of his peripherals. I was never a bold, sensual virgin but this second mate has brought a new side of me forward. I liked her, too. She was cocky and affectionate and sexy.
He decided to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning back causally while I adjusted the straps of my thin tank-top before pulling them back down over my chest, then adjusting them a second time for good measure.
“You’re teasing your mate,” he bit down on the words, his throaty tone palpable from across the room. “Have you not had enough, my dearest? Do you wish for more?”
Joy perked at the idea of that offer. “More?”
He nodded, taking to chewing on his bottom lip as I slipped into a short, pleated skirt. “Yes. You are clearly begging for it. If you continue on, I’m going to be late for my warmup run and you’re going to be late on watching me win the fight today.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” I taunted, covering up fully without any intent to strip down again for his vanity.
He gave me a gradual pout, the sight of a lycan so miserable and happy at the same time oddly endearing.
I waved off his mock sulk, “you should go on your run, though.”
He nodded and huffed an exasperated breath while moving through the room, sliding me through his arms in a single, fluid movement. I settled there quickly and leaned into his scent, masking it over my own.
He stood over me for a moment, taking down the sight of me in his large, caging arms. His eyes softened, his lips pursed and all at once we were making out in a throw of passion I was trying to avoid. Course now, I couldn’t pinpoint why I would ever want to avoid this.
He stopped the kiss first, chewing on his lip to let the moment fleet away from us, though the smell of our mixed arousal in the room was a clear sign to us both that being late to the event, or skipping it all together, wouldn’t be so bad for the sacrifice of more.
“You’re going to cheer me on, right?”
“Of course,” I muttered, melting in his arms as though to signal how terribly I didn’t want him to release me. “I’ll be there for your clear victory. As you were there for mine.”
With that promise, he grinned and kissed my temple once before heading out to start his warm up run. I wanted to go with him but I knew with the event of me beating Diane, I would have a lot of eyes pressed on my back today.
Some good, some not so good.
I doubled down on this new confidence I bore and strode out into the hall like I was the purest, biggest she-wolf to have ever walked these grounds. That all changed when I noticed I wasn’t alone in my stride through the hallway, a few clicking steps coming up behind me rather fast.
A heavy weight was thrown into my shoulders, shoving me to the hard floor where my legs had twisted as I tried to catch myself and turn all at once. My head was just as dazed, smacking against the ground without warning.
The confidence I had just held was overrun soon by a simple push and a hard surface.
“What the—” I begun, blinking slow through the stream of blood that had scribbled my eyelid and only left me with a blurry, crimson lens of the brawny beefs standing over me. “You could have politely asked me to stop.”
“We don’t treat murderers with pleasantries,” the man up front said, his teeth baring a small resemblance to sharp canines as he spoke, as though he was ready to shift and swipe a bite through my throat. “You’ve been summoned by the Alpha King to be questioned over the death we discovered this morning.”
“Death?” I said the word, so crass and ugly in my tone. “I haven’t killed anyone, I swear!”
I left out the uncertainty I still had about Diana, of course. Her state after our squabbling fight was never really explained to me after the fact but I am sure someone, if not Scott himself, would have come by to harass me for killing my own sister in a game.
The largest wolf didn’t care what I said, that was made clear as he hiked my body over his shoulder in a single, bruting swoop. I grunted at the sudden movement; my palm pressed to the new gash on my forehead.
I knew the only way to heal it as fast as I would prefer would be to get to Justin but his lycan was already in control by now, his mind focused on the final event where he would undoubtably win his fight with flying colors.
Somewhere within the walls was a waiting cell with my name plastered over it. I didn’t have to see it to know it was made for me, the locks overdone, multiplied, and then triple-chained.
They were prepared for Justin to rip me out of here and I realized after it was all locked up and I was left alone in the dark, I hadn’t got the slightest strength to begin to rip my way free of the King’s cage. My butt hit the floor; my palm secured over the fresh gash.
Joy was pacing trenches through my head at this point.
[Mate will be mad—very mad]
“Understandably so,” I groan, crawling through the dimly lit cell to feel up the length of the bars. It wasn’t long before I hit the first looping chain, the locks weighing heavier than I bet the metal in the bars had weighed. “This isn’t going to be good, Joy.”
I curled up, needing warmth, as the cold space where Justin had been this morning suddenly felt bare and untethered. Loneliness has never been unfamiliar to me, especially after Scott’s betrayal, I thought for a moment I could be alone forever after that.
But to feel it now, only hearing a snicker of noise up above as the fight outside began, I knew being alone was more than just having Justin’s warmth to hold me, to kiss me.
It was the power he had, the power I fed off of, to continue pushing forward.
“You’ve lost your spunk, young wolf,” Alpha King Juden’s voice boomed through the darkness. “I have too much going on right now to deal with your sloppy attempt to get away with murder.”
My blood shot cold, speaking to the darkness as though I could see him when it was clear, I could not.
“Why would I want to kill anyone? I’ve been wrongly accused.”
His slithering tone bit at me and I flinched as a reaction, “you grew far too close to The Devil himself, turning into a copy of his murderous, jealous antics.”
“How could you say such a thing?”
I should have never protected him from Justin before.
“We have more than a motive, Helen.” He steps forward, just enough light catching his rotten, smug face full of false-pride. “We have proof.”
The morning was quiet. Justin moved carelessly through time as though his event wasn’t happening today. I suppose being a lycan was enough of a confidence booster for him to know that no matter the outcome, he was the favored to win.
He is tantalized with the sight of me, slowly, teasingly dressing just within range of his peripherals. I was never a bold, sensual virgin but this second mate has brought a new side of me forward. I liked her, too. She was cocky and affectionate and sexy.
He decided to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning back causally while I adjusted the straps of my thin tank-top before pulling them back down over my chest, then adjusting them a second time for good measure.
“You’re teasing your mate,” he bit down on the words, his throaty tone palpable from across the room. “Have you not had enough, my dearest? Do you wish for more?”
Joy perked at the idea of that offer. “More?”
He nodded, taking to chewing on his bottom lip as I slipped into a short, pleated skirt. “Yes. You are clearly begging for it. If you continue on, I’m going to be late for my warmup run and you’re going to be late on watching me win the fight today.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” I taunted, covering up fully without any intent to strip down again for his vanity.
He gave me a gradual pout, the sight of a lycan so miserable and happy at the same time oddly endearing.
I waved off his mock sulk, “you should go on your run, though.”
He nodded and huffed an exasperated breath while moving through the room, sliding me through his arms in a single, fluid movement. I settled there quickly and leaned into his scent, masking it over my own.
He stood over me for a moment, taking down the sight of me in his large, caging arms. His eyes softened, his lips pursed and all at once we were making out in a throw of passion I was trying to avoid. Course now, I couldn’t pinpoint why I would ever want to avoid this.
He stopped the kiss first, chewing on his lip to let the moment fleet away from us, though the smell of our mixed arousal in the room was a clear sign to us both that being late to the event, or skipping it all together, wouldn’t be so bad for the sacrifice of more.
“You’re going to cheer me on, right?”
“Of course,” I muttered, melting in his arms as though to signal how terribly I didn’t want him to release me. “I’ll be there for your clear victory. As you were there for mine.”
With that promise, he grinned and kissed my temple once before heading out to start his warm up run. I wanted to go with him but I knew with the event of me beating Diane, I would have a lot of eyes pressed on my back today.
Some good, some not so good.
I doubled down on this new confidence I bore and strode out into the hall like I was the purest, biggest she-wolf to have ever walked these grounds. That all changed when I noticed I wasn’t alone in my stride through the hallway, a few clicking steps coming up behind me rather fast.
A heavy weight was thrown into my shoulders, shoving me to the hard floor where my legs had twisted as I tried to catch myself and turn all at once. My head was just as dazed, smacking against the ground without warning.
The confidence I had just held was overrun soon by a simple push and a hard surface.
“What the—” I begun, blinking slow through the stream of blood that had scribbled my eyelid and only left me with a blurry, crimson lens of the brawny beefs standing over me. “You could have politely asked me to stop.”
“We don’t treat murderers with pleasantries,” the man up front said, his teeth baring a small resemblance to sharp canines as he spoke, as though he was ready to shift and swipe a bite through my throat. “You’ve been summoned by the Alpha King to be questioned over the death we discovered this morning.”
“Death?” I said the word, so crass and ugly in my tone. “I haven’t killed anyone, I swear!”
I left out the uncertainty I still had about Diana, of course. Her state after our squabbling fight was never really explained to me after the fact but I am sure someone, if not Scott himself, would have come by to harass me for killing my own sister in a game.
The largest wolf didn’t care what I said, that was made clear as he hiked my body over his shoulder in a single, bruting swoop. I grunted at the sudden movement; my palm pressed to the new gash on my forehead.
I knew the only way to heal it as fast as I would prefer would be to get to Justin but his lycan was already in control by now, his mind focused on the final event where he would undoubtably win his fight with flying colors.
Somewhere within the walls was a waiting cell with my name plastered over it. I didn’t have to see it to know it was made for me, the locks overdone, multiplied, and then triple-chained.
They were prepared for Justin to rip me out of here and I realized after it was all locked up and I was left alone in the dark, I hadn’t got the slightest strength to begin to rip my way free of the King’s cage. My butt hit the floor; my palm secured over the fresh gash.
Joy was pacing trenches through my head at this point.
[Mate will be mad—very mad]
“Understandably so,” I groan, crawling through the dimly lit cell to feel up the length of the bars. It wasn’t long before I hit the first looping chain, the locks weighing heavier than I bet the metal in the bars had weighed. “This isn’t going to be good, Joy.”
I curled up, needing warmth, as the cold space where Justin had been this morning suddenly felt bare and untethered. Loneliness has never been unfamiliar to me, especially after Scott’s betrayal, I thought for a moment I could be alone forever after that.
But to feel it now, only hearing a snicker of noise up above as the fight outside began, I knew being alone was more than just having Justin’s warmth to hold me, to kiss me.
It was the power he had, the power I fed off of, to continue pushing forward.
“You’ve lost your spunk, young wolf,” Alpha King Juden’s voice boomed through the darkness. “I have too much going on right now to deal with your sloppy attempt to get away with murder.”
My blood shot cold, speaking to the darkness as though I could see him when it was clear, I could not.
“Why would I want to kill anyone? I’ve been wrongly accused.”
His slithering tone bit at me and I flinched as a reaction, “you grew far too close to The Devil himself, turning into a copy of his murderous, jealous antics.”
“How could you say such a thing?”
I should have never protected him from Justin before.
“We have more than a motive, Helen.” He steps forward, just enough light catching his rotten, smug face full of false-pride. “We have proof.”
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