Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Helen POV
“The Last Lycan and his Snow White mate are banished from societal privileges.”
The words stung like a million pinpricks into my spine. I flinched, the guards wasting little time to drag me from the pit of the court. Justin had stood but stayed planted, his glare smothering the Alpha King as his father sat down in his thrown above.
He was considering his Lycan, wondering how much effort it would take to end this ordeal in more bloodshed, but I couldn’t allow Justin to take any more hate for his actions since we became mates.
“Please, Justin,” I called.
His body jerked sideways as he looked after me, fighting the guard’s as they tried to stroll me away. Justin was practically begging to shift, but considering this punishment, I was more relieved than I was angry.
There was no changing their minds on what happened to Donna. They made their case far before I was even allowed into the court. They would have never listened to our claims, to any proof we could have scoured around for, and I should have prepared myself for this treatment beforehand.
“Let’s go, witch,” the guard harrumphed, sticking my leg with a harsh kick, enough to break my stance and be carried away more efficiently. “Take her to the estate and watch her around the clock! She has been influenced by that beast. She is no worse than him!”
I coughed in pain, my knee twisted uncomfortably.
Justin threw his entire body against the guard, tossing him across the court until he smacked against the wall like a fly would strike the glass when hit by a mighty flyswatter. The crack of his bones was second to the harsh screams in response to the act from the crowd in the court.
Justin cared not for their cries of calling him a monster, a mistake of a wolf, and a danger to them all.
He only looked toward his father, the guard left broken and bleeding at his feet.
“You have no power,” Justin uttered, his words spoken soft but booming through the court. “I will fight to prove that fact to you all.”
One of the guards was reaching for his pistol and I had an aching feeling it was meant for me. It’s clear I meant fairly little to the Alpha King. His son was still uncontrollable after his mating session in the full moon and if anything, Justin had grown more fiercely protective and violent in my honor.
Diana leaned over the railing, slinging an accusatory finger down over me. “My necklace! That murderer stole my necklace with the rings.”
My eyes grew wide as Joy nipped at my thoughts.
A guard reached for my necklace, tearing the chair against my throat until I almost felt the strand give away and cut at my skin, threatening to break against my bones in my neck.
It would be the only way the necklace would pop loose. It’s been around my neck for as long as I could recall. It wasn’t coming off easily. The guard attempted to break it off but Justin wasn’t having any of this charade.
The guard pulling on my throat went for a brief flight through the air, landing next to his coworker, bloody near the Alpha King.
He looked to the last remaining guard, the worry in his eyes was clear. He was the final target but I managed out of his hold and pressed my chest into Justin’s abdomen. I cocked up chin up to settle on his chest and he grinned down at the sight of me.
“Such a pacifist,” Justin murmured, amused.
“We can’t prove what everyone already thinks is right,” I panted. “You are not dangerous. I am not a criminal.”
“Proof to these morons would be too much for their tiny minds,” Justin shot back. “I’m taking my mate to the estate,” he called out for everyone else to hear, though never lifted his gaze from mine. He settled the necklace back in place and took my shoulder in his warm grasp. “Fine, little wolf. Let’s go be punished, shall we?”
The guards traded shifts in the hall, keeping our door wide open at all hours to keep a heavy sense of security over us both but after Justin’s displays in court the other day, it was obvious they wouldn’t stand a chance if my Lycan mate decided to attack.
I was getting good at distracting him as best as I could with a playful touch or lingering kiss, but the sight of the guards leaning in the doorway at all hours made it hard for me to do much else. If we were to shower, they would peer into the bathroom, waiting for us to plan an escape.
It was common to think about how eventually, they would see something unsavory, and the mere thought in my mind turned me rosy.
Justin was walking through the room, his shirt tossed aside as we settled in for sleep, but the urge to go across that sultry boundary had long crossed my mind and even further, enticed my body. My nipples were hard under the silk top I wore and as I stretched out my back in our bed. Half covered by a sheet, I let my hand slip to the part in my thighs.
Justin has a sense that no other wolf must have; he can tell when something is touching what rightfully belongs to him. He stopped short of the foot of the bed, his hand cradling his chin as his fingers tapped lightly at the crest of his jaw.
“My, my,” he huffed, shaking his head.
A guard noticed the tension, or smelled my lingering arousal, and poked his head into the room.
Justin gave him a fleeting glace before retuning his focus to my hand under the sheet, running smooth, slick trails up and down my damp core.
“With an audience, little wolf?” Justin purred a noise of delight. “I guess we can’t go this prison term without having a little bit of fun, can we?”
The guard snarled a noise. “We’re not here for your privacy. We are ordered to watch and take note of any attempts to evade your punishment.”
“Evade punishment?” Justin crowed, his voice booming over my body before he grabbed a fistful of the sheet and threw it off the bed, uncovering the bump of my fist under the elastic of my shorts. “My mate is a glutton for punishment. No audience is going to distract me from giving her what she craves.”
Though the strength I’d felt after our sex capades in the past was well received as a reward equal to coming, I have to admit that the puncture wounds on my arm were mostly healed, although my knee still sported a bruise and a tweak of pain when I would stand on it wrong.
This wasn’t medicinal or celebratory—this was burning desire I couldn’t bat down anymore.
“You will not watch,” Justin snorted to the guard.
He stood his ground under the pressing weight of authority Justin still obtained. It was an internal struggle, beyond reasonable doubt, but he had orders from his Alpha to watch us—no matter what.
“Justin,” I moaned, the movement of my fingers working tirelessly as I was encased in pleasure. “Please, Justin.”
My Lycan filtered his furrow into a relaxed grin. “It is clear my little wolf isn’t going to finish this feat alone, and I have reservations of allowing any male to see her naked.” He shook his head in absolute mockery. “I guess there are exceptions, though.”