Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 86: Chapter 86
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Helen POV
The night was worse than the daytime.
At least the damn wizard had backed off by now, leaving some kind of leverage over my body to make me stay in place, humiliated in the town square while bloody and beaten. I kneeled, needing sleep, my eyes swollen and my throat tight from being seized by power so often.
I just need Justin to stay back. He can’t come after me. I don’t know how Juden will do it, but his plan for me to kill Justin scared me more than anything else ever could.
If Justin is safe, then I’m fine dying out here.
I leaned back, the cold breeze slipping past my freezing, battered body. I could hear the steps but I stopped caring who it was anymore. It didn’t matter. Everyone here hated me anyways.
“Still hanging on, I see,” my father grumbled, throwing a blanket over whatever is left of my figure. He sat down, legs crossed leisurely before him, uninterested or concerned for my wellbeing.
At least the blanket brought me some semblance of warmth.
I tipped my head back, wanting to pass out now just to save face in front of my horrible father.
“Why?” I breathed at last.
I didn’t have to explain further; he knew what I was asking. He shrugged, holding his hand out to the moonlight, admiring the blisters on his knuckles from when he partook in hurting me. They want me to look horrible and pathic to draw out my mate.
We all know it will work, too.
“Why?” my father hummed, tasting the word. “I could ask you the same thing. Why would you kill the only daughter I ever cared about? Why would you kill my future replacement, my son-in-law to-be? Why would you let that Devil take my pack from me, your own father?”
I shook my head. “You never cared about me. You didn’t care about me until it was clear that you were wrong about me all this time. I was always meant to be stronger than Diana. You just refused to let that happen when I was younger.”
He furrowed when I spit her name.
He didn’t have to tell me he loved her more than me—it’s been written on the wall since I was little.
“If you hated my mother so much and you hated me, why did you keep me alive?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you just kill me when you had the chance?”
“I thought about it a lot,” he admitted. “My poor mother would have thrown a fit. She scolded me every time I even threw a plate in your direction but when she died, it was too late to get rid of you. Scott was your mate but, thankfully, we all saw how that worked out for you.”
He laughed while I suffered.
“He deserved to die,” I breathed. “Same as you!”
“Careful,” he snapped, flexing his hand into a mighty fist like a taunt. “I have no problem beating you unconscious like I did your whore mother when she told me she was pregnant with you,” he berated.
I flinched, wishing I knew who my real mother was.
We already seemed to have so much in common already.
“Nana was the only one who thought you were worth keeping around,” he snapped. I could see him trialing my neckline, only wearing my necklace that I’ve had all my life. “She would be so sad if she were to see how pathetic you’ve become now.”
“Pathetic?” I mumbled. “I am my father’s daughter. I am an extension of you.”
I spit out some blood so it marked his clothes, staining them with my crimson residue. He grimaced, sitting up on his knees as he grabbed hold of my necklace, pulling it forward with my neck.
“Careful, Helen,” he snarled. “I will kill you and still manage to have your mate dead at my feet eventually,” he added, pushing me back so my head smacked into the post. “I don’t need you.”
I blinked back spots but held my tears more.
“I still don’t know why she thought you were worthy of those rings,” he grumbled, settling back down in the grass before me.
I flinched, not wanting him to notice it, but he did.
“Oh, that’s right. She never told you what they were for, huh?”
I shook my head in utter defeat. He can beat me to death and it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does to know my grandmother was the only one who loved me, and to know why she gave me my keepsake set of rings.
“They were hers and my father’s.” My father rolls his eyes, irreparably frustrated. “She was my father’s second chance mate, after her first mate died in a battle against rogues. She said her second chance was always meant to be her mate, no matter what. Those were their rings.”
My stomach fell with his words. How could she have known I’d be rejected and find my second chance mate, too? How would she know I loved Justin more than life, while I only loved the idea of being with Scott?
She knew everything about me. More than my own father would ever understand.
“I know you love that Lycan Devil,” he mumbled, speaking low and almost compassionately, if at all possible for him. “But this is how nature works, Helen. The top of the food chain has to fall so the real powerful creatures can rise. We are Alphas.”
“He is Alpha,” I corrected. “He is the best Alpha, the best mate, and one day he will be the best father, too. More than you ever were to me.”
He grinned sideways, shrugging with my words. “I guess it sucks we won’t ever find out, then, huh? He’s going to die the minute he comes after you, and it will be by your hands.”
“I would never hurt my mate.”
Again, he grinned, this time paired with a maniacal laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure, sweet daughter. We have our ways of making things happen. Just know that it was never personal. If you weren’t so desperate for love, so annoyingly needy as a child, then maybe I would claim pity on you.”
He stood, stretching out his back while he looked down at me in more than one way.
“There’s a full moon tomorrow night, Helen,” he purred in glee. “I bet that’s when your mate will come after you. But don’t worry, when he’s dead, I’ll take you back home, with the rest of my pack, and I’ll find a good use for you.”
I swallowed, furious I couldn’t just bring my hands forward so I could strangle him.
He taunted me more, knowing I couldn’t. “I’ll make you the pack servant! You can clean everyone’s homes and sweep the alleys between the houses until every leaf is gone,” he sung, prancing around my position on the post.
“And I’ll force you to lick my boots clean every night! And my warriors, I bet they would get a kick out of bending you over at their leisure. They need a good stress reliever, Helen, and that’s probably all your good for when it comes to that Lycan anyways.”
I spit at him again, his knee jerking out at me, striking my cheek in a daze of a kick.
His warmth breath pushed onto my temple while it bled, his voice softer than before. “Your mom was a pathetic wolf, but she could suck off an army and do it well, if I forced her. So you enjoy the next night out here, bleeding all over yourself.
“You’re going to miss this mercy very, very soon.”
He yanked away the blanket as he left, leaving me a pathetic, sobbing and wounded mess.
The night was worse than the daytime.
At least the damn wizard had backed off by now, leaving some kind of leverage over my body to make me stay in place, humiliated in the town square while bloody and beaten. I kneeled, needing sleep, my eyes swollen and my throat tight from being seized by power so often.
I just need Justin to stay back. He can’t come after me. I don’t know how Juden will do it, but his plan for me to kill Justin scared me more than anything else ever could.
If Justin is safe, then I’m fine dying out here.
I leaned back, the cold breeze slipping past my freezing, battered body. I could hear the steps but I stopped caring who it was anymore. It didn’t matter. Everyone here hated me anyways.
“Still hanging on, I see,” my father grumbled, throwing a blanket over whatever is left of my figure. He sat down, legs crossed leisurely before him, uninterested or concerned for my wellbeing.
At least the blanket brought me some semblance of warmth.
I tipped my head back, wanting to pass out now just to save face in front of my horrible father.
“Why?” I breathed at last.
I didn’t have to explain further; he knew what I was asking. He shrugged, holding his hand out to the moonlight, admiring the blisters on his knuckles from when he partook in hurting me. They want me to look horrible and pathic to draw out my mate.
We all know it will work, too.
“Why?” my father hummed, tasting the word. “I could ask you the same thing. Why would you kill the only daughter I ever cared about? Why would you kill my future replacement, my son-in-law to-be? Why would you let that Devil take my pack from me, your own father?”
I shook my head. “You never cared about me. You didn’t care about me until it was clear that you were wrong about me all this time. I was always meant to be stronger than Diana. You just refused to let that happen when I was younger.”
He furrowed when I spit her name.
He didn’t have to tell me he loved her more than me—it’s been written on the wall since I was little.
“If you hated my mother so much and you hated me, why did you keep me alive?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you just kill me when you had the chance?”
“I thought about it a lot,” he admitted. “My poor mother would have thrown a fit. She scolded me every time I even threw a plate in your direction but when she died, it was too late to get rid of you. Scott was your mate but, thankfully, we all saw how that worked out for you.”
He laughed while I suffered.
“He deserved to die,” I breathed. “Same as you!”
“Careful,” he snapped, flexing his hand into a mighty fist like a taunt. “I have no problem beating you unconscious like I did your whore mother when she told me she was pregnant with you,” he berated.
I flinched, wishing I knew who my real mother was.
We already seemed to have so much in common already.
“Nana was the only one who thought you were worth keeping around,” he snapped. I could see him trialing my neckline, only wearing my necklace that I’ve had all my life. “She would be so sad if she were to see how pathetic you’ve become now.”
“Pathetic?” I mumbled. “I am my father’s daughter. I am an extension of you.”
I spit out some blood so it marked his clothes, staining them with my crimson residue. He grimaced, sitting up on his knees as he grabbed hold of my necklace, pulling it forward with my neck.
“Careful, Helen,” he snarled. “I will kill you and still manage to have your mate dead at my feet eventually,” he added, pushing me back so my head smacked into the post. “I don’t need you.”
I blinked back spots but held my tears more.
“I still don’t know why she thought you were worthy of those rings,” he grumbled, settling back down in the grass before me.
I flinched, not wanting him to notice it, but he did.
“Oh, that’s right. She never told you what they were for, huh?”
I shook my head in utter defeat. He can beat me to death and it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does to know my grandmother was the only one who loved me, and to know why she gave me my keepsake set of rings.
“They were hers and my father’s.” My father rolls his eyes, irreparably frustrated. “She was my father’s second chance mate, after her first mate died in a battle against rogues. She said her second chance was always meant to be her mate, no matter what. Those were their rings.”
My stomach fell with his words. How could she have known I’d be rejected and find my second chance mate, too? How would she know I loved Justin more than life, while I only loved the idea of being with Scott?
She knew everything about me. More than my own father would ever understand.
“I know you love that Lycan Devil,” he mumbled, speaking low and almost compassionately, if at all possible for him. “But this is how nature works, Helen. The top of the food chain has to fall so the real powerful creatures can rise. We are Alphas.”
“He is Alpha,” I corrected. “He is the best Alpha, the best mate, and one day he will be the best father, too. More than you ever were to me.”
He grinned sideways, shrugging with my words. “I guess it sucks we won’t ever find out, then, huh? He’s going to die the minute he comes after you, and it will be by your hands.”
“I would never hurt my mate.”
Again, he grinned, this time paired with a maniacal laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure, sweet daughter. We have our ways of making things happen. Just know that it was never personal. If you weren’t so desperate for love, so annoyingly needy as a child, then maybe I would claim pity on you.”
He stood, stretching out his back while he looked down at me in more than one way.
“There’s a full moon tomorrow night, Helen,” he purred in glee. “I bet that’s when your mate will come after you. But don’t worry, when he’s dead, I’ll take you back home, with the rest of my pack, and I’ll find a good use for you.”
I swallowed, furious I couldn’t just bring my hands forward so I could strangle him.
He taunted me more, knowing I couldn’t. “I’ll make you the pack servant! You can clean everyone’s homes and sweep the alleys between the houses until every leaf is gone,” he sung, prancing around my position on the post.
“And I’ll force you to lick my boots clean every night! And my warriors, I bet they would get a kick out of bending you over at their leisure. They need a good stress reliever, Helen, and that’s probably all your good for when it comes to that Lycan anyways.”
I spit at him again, his knee jerking out at me, striking my cheek in a daze of a kick.
His warmth breath pushed onto my temple while it bled, his voice softer than before. “Your mom was a pathetic wolf, but she could suck off an army and do it well, if I forced her. So you enjoy the next night out here, bleeding all over yourself.
“You’re going to miss this mercy very, very soon.”
He yanked away the blanket as he left, leaving me a pathetic, sobbing and wounded mess.
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