Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Helen POV
I watched them set up the camera on the town square. Randy had taken it from one of the mortal cities, a camera that Juden was aiming at Justin, wanting him to level the human’s city and destroy it entirely.
I didn’t ask how they got it, or why, but Justin stood below my window, barking the orders for it to be focused perfectly on the middle of town.
The other poisoned wolves had been given the antidote days ago and went back to their lives by yesterday, but Justin refused to let me out of bed until he was sure I was out of trouble.
I slept for awhile and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, but I couldn’t help myself from thinking about Scott. He was in the dungeon, after all. It was just downstairs, under the living room floor, and it gnawed at my mind and at Joy.
She hated him as much as I had, but it was weird knowing he finally lost.
He was our prisoner indefinitely.
I ventured downstairs and to the front porch. Justin’s face gave me a look of warning and I gave in, sitting on the porch swing nearby. He didn’t want me out of bed but he would settle for this; I hoped. He sat beside me, his scent so warm and familiar. I relaxed instantly against his chest.
“What are you doing, Justin?”
He waved through the air, directing Ezequiel to shift the camera sideways a little bit. He abided my mate and shoved the lens toward the ground with a small nudge.
Justin gave him a thumbs up.
“I’m solving a problem, Helen.”
I toyed with my necklace, poking my fingers through the rings methodically. “What problem would that be? Is the camera for security?”
“No exactly,” he grumbled. “It still transmits to my father’s warriors. He will be able to see everything once it’s plugged back in.”
My stomach ached with that claim. “That’s not good, Justin. It’s pointed at our pack!”
He shrugs. “He is already aware of where we settled, my dear. It’s useless to think otherwise.” He waved toward Randy and the Beta nodded, plugging in the camera. “Ready, dear?”
He took my hand and we walked to the middle of the courtyard, a grunting snarl coming from near our home. Two of our strongest wolves had Scott by his arms, pushing him to walk toward us. They forced him to kneel, his teeth showing in protest.
Justin grinned, yanking Scott by his hair to look at the camera. My first fated mate snarled and fought but his hands were bound in chains behind his back. He wasn’t wiggling free of those any time soon.
“You can’t wound me,” Scott snapped. “I am an Alpha. I heal, Justin. You can make a point of beating me in front of that camera for Juden to see, but I will win this in the end.”
His focus drifted toward me next.
“You will be my Luna, Helen. No matter what you desire from the Devil. He will fall.”
“One day I will fall, maybe,” Justin said with a nonchalant shrug. “But today is not that day, mutt.”
Justin reached behind him, Randy passing a pistol from his palms and into my mate’s. I stammered at the sight of it, knowing that it had a silver bullet with Scott’s name written all over it.
“Son!” the camera had rung out in a deep boom voice. I didn’t even know it could pick up audio or transmit it back, but it was a sign that Juden was watching us now. “Don’t do this, Justin! I command as your Alpha King that you—”
“You’re not my King,” Justin whispered, raising the barrel of the gun to Scott’s sweaty forehead.
My first mate was clearly panicked, looking for help, for a way out, but everyone, even him, could see this was the end of this battle.
“Anything you’d like to say, Helen?” Justin asked, looking over his shoulder at me.
I swallowed. This was a new feeling.
I had tried to fight Scott before, fueled at the thought of ending his life, but this is different. He’s on his knees, weeping with a silver bullet aimed for his head.
It was really going to happen. After everything we’d been through, we would be done with this.
“Justin, are you sure about this?” I gasped.
He gave me an unwavering look. His mind was made up a long, long time ago.
“Do you think it’s the right thing to do, Justin?”
His hand didn’t move, the gun still aimed at the enemy on his knees. I didn’t like Scott, nor did I necessarily feel sorry for him. This was all his fault, after all.
“He is of no use in this world, only harm,” Justin purred.
Despite everything, I felt a rush of nostalgia.
I loved the ground Scott walked on at one time in our lives. He was my fated, and the fantasy I envisioned for our futures was something that made me so happy at the time.
Now I picture him with my sister, parading around proudly to the betrayal he did to me. He sent my life into a spiral that never ended with a final blow. It was punching and kicking all the way through, nonstop, and he had sunken too far to the wolf I thought he was when we were fated.
I didn’t answer.
Instead I gave Scott a final, lasting look, tracing his terrified features once more for my mind.
I turned my back, walked from Justin and the whole pack. When I shut the door to our house, leaning against it carefully, I inhaled a deep, pained breathe.
[Gunshot]
When I exhaled, I melted to the floor. It was a weight off my chest, off my shoulders, and I felt free for the first time in so long. Everything I did now wasn’t going to be thwarted by my malicious first mate. He had settled his debt in this world and paid the ultimate price.
I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry over Scott anymore. I did enough of that on our wedding day.
“Please,” I whispered to the darkness of my shut eyes, “just tell me it’s over now.”
Picking myself up off the floor, I opened the door just a crack, Justin staring at the lifeless body of my mate bleeding at his feet. The gun was gone from sight, my mate thoughtfully paused in time as he felt the same relief I had felt.
The world was calm and still.
I opened my mouth, ready to call for Justin to join me in the house, but he turned swiftly, staring at the camera with a challenging grimace.
I pictured Juden on the other end of the live feed, watching in dismayed horror as his inside man was finally dead. He couldn’t use Scott as a pawn against Justin anymore. If anything, Scott was at some kind of peace at last.
He had been toxically poisoned by my parent’s and the Alpha King, and of his own greed. He chose a wolf over fur color, not over the bond that we were gifted.
If he was smart, he wouldn’t have ever rejected me. He would still be alive.
Juden’s voice rang out to Justin through the camera. “You’ve made a big mistake, son.”
“You’re next.”