Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 80: Chapter 80

Helen POV
“Dammit, Helen!” Justin roared.
This fight wasn’t ending anytime soon. He stood from his chair, throwing it across the kitchen.
“Fuck! I’m sorry!” he screamed. “Dammit! I can’t fucking believe—”
“Stop,” I cried. “It’s fine, Justin, please—”
“IT’S NOT FINE!”
I shuddered, backing away on the floor. He lifted the table easily, breaking it against the counters nearby. I flinched, knowing he would never intentionally hurt me.
I felt the remainder of my wet core still pooling from between my legs.
He tipped his nose in the air, eyes darting straight to my pinched thighs on the floor. He hit the ground, forcing my legs apart and I fell onto my back, panting in embarrassment.
“You’re bleeding,” he groaned, eyes lit with fire. “Oh moon goddess, you’re bleeding. It was too much, too big, and I fucked you anyways.”
“Don’t be mad,” I begged. “Please, Justin, I wanted it! I enjoyed it!”
He sneered standing as he backed away from me. “You enjoyed it? Psh! Please! You are hurt because of that Devil, because of my beast, and how dare you say you enjoyed it?”
“Because I did,” I panted. It was true, no matter how angry he was over hearing that. He may have clawed into me more than usual, but it sent so much goodness into my core that it didn’t matter. “Do it again,” I snapped. “I don’t care!”
He growled at me, his Alpha aura leaking over me. “Never say that again!”
I flinched at his command. I couldn’t ignore it, even as his Luna mate.
“Get out of here,” he commanded, “go upstairs and stay there.”
I gritted my teeth and fought his tone, fought the pull he had over me, but it was useless. I staggered to stand, slipping past Randy in the hallway towards the stairs. He looked up and away, frowning at me and my words.
“Please, Randy, it wasn’t his fault,” I groaned. “He didn’t even hurt me that—”
“GO!”
I winced with Justin’s words, following his orders and retreating upstairs.
The ne argument between Randy and Justin was capable of being heard from our bedroom. I slipped under the covers and steadied my mind, hearing Randy scold my mate like Justin felt he deserved to be scolded.
He wad furious at me because I refused to scold him.
His erection was so pleasing though, it brought me so many orgasms, and I felt so strong in his claws that I didn’t care about the pain it caused. Justin cared, though. He cared enough to fight himself in punishment.
Time had passed before he came upstairs. He sported bruises and cuts that baffled me.
He laid in bed with me, held me, but didn’t speak. I couldn’t either, still stunned by his aggressive Alpha tone that washed over me in the kitchen. It wounded me beyond comparison that anything his Lycan could have done to me.
I tucked my head into his throat, choking back my cries.
“You should hate me,” he growled. “I can’t believe I let that happen, mate.”
I pressed tighter into his arms. “No,” I said. “I wouldn’t hate you for that, Justin. I wanted it. I asked you for it, and I knew you were too close to shifting before and it happened. It’s not that bad.”
He kissed my forehead. “I can’t make love to you for a while,” he murmured. “Not until I can settle this with my beast.”
I ignored that comment. It hopefully wouldn’t last.
“Why are you covered in scratches and bruises?”
He exhaled, “Randy and I got into it again.”
“Why?”
“Because I hurt you, Helen, that’s why,” he bit. “I was reckless and I overlooked the moment. I shouldn’t have done anything like that and I allowed my Lycan to wound you. Randy is furious over my treatment of you, too.”
I pulled back, shocked to hear such a thing. “It’s nothing, Justin. It’s over and I’m fine. I heal quicker as a pure coated wolf now so stop acting like I’m a weak and pathetic tri-color still.”
“It’s not your ability to heal,” he snarled. “It’s my ability to hold back and I can’t.”
I didn’t want to think about that anymore. I buried myself in his arms, wishing so much that today had gone so differently. Instead we laid in awkward silence, my body creaking in pain from the aftermath of our vicious sex.
He kissed my forehead and relaxed. “Have you though to of what to do with Russo?”
I shook my head, petrified in facing that decision. “If he’s telling the truth, we have to realize that Juden took all the wizards for a reason. He wouldn’t kill them. He has something planned, I just don’t know what it could possibly be that would pertain to taking us down.”
He nodded with my explanation. “Yeah, I don’t know either. If he didn’t take them, though, then why is Russo here? Is it a diversion? A trap? Are we falling for it while he is stuck in our barracks?”
I rattled in tension. “It could mean anything, Justin. I don’t know what to choose. If we let him go, he probably won’t leave. I don’t want you fighting a Fae.”
He snickered a lighthearted chuckle. I needed to hear it now, more than ever prior.
“I can handle a little butterfly man.”
“I know you can,” I growled, patting his chest. “but he is the last of his kind. He wouldn’t come to you unless he had to. It wouldn’t be smart of him to risk his life over the probability that you would kill him.”
“He could have been forced to come here,” he groaned.
“Then that means Juden would have leverage over him either way,” I said. “So it means that if anything, whether Russo is here by his own freewill or by force, Juden has the wizards like he claims. It would be the only way Russo would be forced to come here.”
Justin nodded. “So that leaves the only question left. Is he trying to trick us, or does he really need our help?”
I couldn’t decide. None of those options seemed fitting or realistic but we both knew Juden would go through any lengths to capture us and take my Lycan mate down. Juden was desperate enough to do something like taking the wizards.
But why would he? What does he need a hundred or so wizards for?
The Alpha King is a ruthless, merciless creature with no restrictions on his reach. Despite not knowing Russo’s intent in coming to our home, I had to accept that the wizards were probably enduring a brutal treatment from Juden.
I couldn’t stop picturing Penelope in that situation.
I sat up, retied my robe and left the bedroom without another word. Justin had almost fallen asleep in our lapse of heavy thought but he eventually jumped out of bed to follow.
My mate caught up with me on the staircase to the barracks.
Russo clung to the bars and watched us both face him, eyes wide and wet and worried. So very worried.
“Russo,” I breathed, his name sour on my tongue. “I believe you.”
His face lifted with such hope that it washed away every doubt in my mind.
“What can we do to help?”