Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Helen POV
None of it was in the effort for truth.
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came from it. Part of me felt small under the Alpha King’s gaze. He wasn’t caring on if I had murdered Donna or not. He had to make me a villain, just as he had built up Justin’s reputation of being The Devil.
“You don’t actually care,” I snarled, my voice in a whisper but he could hear it all the same. “You just want to make me the villain, blame me for Justin’s anger. It has nothing to do with Donna.”
The Alpha King shrugs, unbothered. Justin mimics that mood as well, his eyes drifting around the file on the desk, his frustration withered away with the nonchalant air he carriers. He is used to this, he even warned me of it, but that doesn’t mean I have to accept it.
“I am not a killer,” I growl, my body taut. “It’s not my fault Donna died and we came here to show you proof about that. You obviously don’t care.”
I rip the file from Justin and throw it across the desk. Juden lets the file hit his shoulder but it falls to a disheveled pile on the floor. He blinks lazily in my direction before glaring at his son for what feels like an attempt to ignore me.
“Son, what is the purpose of this ordeal? I gave you both very lenient punishments. You should both be grateful.”
Justin seemed shut down more than before. I could see the determination throughout his effort to find proof that I was set up, but the mate sitting with me at his father’s desk isn’t the same man.
He is closed off around his father.
“We just wanted to clear her name,” Justin growled. “Her family will think she is a killer. Her pack will torment her more. I don’t need her to live life with a reputation.”
‘A reputation like mine’ he doesn’t say. But it’s written in his eyes.
“Son, her blood was near the body and she had an obvious fit of violence during the games,” Juden huffed. He flicked a demanding look in my direction, swallowed in hatred that has less to do with me, and more to do with who I am mated to. “A scorned, tri-coat Tiger Lily, with no chance of—”
I couldn’t hear another word of it. I’ve been disparaged my entire life, looked past because of my fur. I’m a white wolf now! I am more pure than my own sister by their fucked up standards and it’s still not good enough for them.
I grabbed at his lamp nearby, the only thing I can wrap my fist around fast enough and sling it in his direction. If he wants to label me as a crazy, furious shewolf then that’s exactly what he will get!
The lamp shattered as it met Juden’s arm, hiked over his face to protect glass from hitting his cheek. He offered his teeth, biting for my submission, while Justin pawed at me to sit down or to back away; I don’t know and frankly, I don’t care.
I charged across the desk, wanting to shift but stopped, the Alpha King taking a grasping hold on my throat. I clawed at his arms that forced me to kneel, Justin shaking as his Lycan came forward.
Juden looked at his son with horror.
I looked at Justin with pride.
“You want to play this game? Fine!” Juden swiped the pistol off of his hip.
“Go ahead, shoot me,” I snarled. “You’ll see how violent your son becomes after that!”
The Lycan stepped forward, a warning with his muzzle on full and pointy display.
“I’m done being lenient,” Juden barked.
He came down with the pistol. It smacked me right in the cheek, my vision going dark in instant response. It was a quick way to defuse me, maybe even to kill me, but I could still feel the world around me moving, warm hands brushing at my cheeks.
Opening my eyes, Justin sat in front of me on the floor. He looked displeased but pet at me all the same, brushing his hands over my swollen, wounded face as it throbbed.
When he met my tired eyes, something familiar crossed through us.
I wanted to hold him the way he was aching to hold me. My wrists were caught in the slight movement forward, chains rattling as I tried to lean forward toward my mate. He looked away in shame.
I could only see out of one eye, the other still swelling shut or healing from that condition. As I studied our bedroom, our new prison, I could see chains hooked onto the walls like I was Justin, like I had found my mate in his room before.
I couldn’t move more than an inch, the metal bracelets and heavy chains keeping me pinned in place.
“I shouldn’t have tried to convince him anything,” Justin mumbled to himself, “It was useless. I knew he wouldn’t listen but I wanted to make the one who framed you pay for it; I was wrong.”
I sniffled lightly, knowing he just needed my touch and that I couldn’t give that to him. “I’m sorry, Justin. You were right in court. I’m the one at fault.”
My mate severed as he leaned back but I wanted him to come forward. I needed to feel him.
I whimpered a sniffle, fighting back a humiliating sob. He finally caved and pressed his weight into his knees, leaning forward as his arms slung around my lower back. We pressed together in the dim darkness of our room, my head nuzzled in place at his throat without thought of moving an inch.
“How long does Juden want me chained up?” I groaned, fearful of the answer.
“He’s still healing,” he huffed. “Whenever he wakes up, I’m sure he will come visit and undo them.”
I pondered what that meant, pulling away from Justin’s chest just enough to meet his endless irises. “He is still healing?”
“Lycan took control. I couldn’t stop after you blacked out.”
I swallowed hard, my body rattling in his arms. “He wants you to be a monster.”
“He’s got it, too,” Justin said, kissing my temple and forehead until he could find me lips. He tipped my chin up, eyeing the swelling of my cheek that throbs. When our lips parted from a kiss, I whimpered. “I’d do anything to protect you, my mate. Anything.”
I had nothing to say. He knew what levels I would reach for him and he needed to let me feel just how much he cared over me. Our bond was stronger, much more resilient than any bond I ever had before, or that I will ever have again.
My second chance was bold, beautiful, and boundless.
He moved his lips to my ear, nibbling on the frame of it as he panted hot breathes into my head.
“I need you now, little wolf,” he growled. “I need you.”
I could feel my legs part in response, Justin’s hand threatening to press into my center, only running smooth, hot trails up and down my clit. I fought the chains to lean forward, to embrace him, but seeing me pinned gave him a new twinkle in his eyes; a new desire.
I loved that desire.