Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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Helen POV
Justin’s face fell as he realized what had been done. His father, the Alpha King, bent over and grabbed the back of my scalp, forcing me to watch as my mate writhed and ached in pain.
The blade was poisoned, I could feel it in my palm when he handed me the knife, and there was nothing I could do to stop the command laid over me.
The wizard on Juden’s side of this battle is overwhelming, in the shadows, working as the puppet master to my whole mind and body.
I just wish he didn’t make me remember stabbing Justin.
I could die after watching that happen. He looked at me with the most unbelievable expression of shock, of ultimate betrayal, and I couldn’t even explain what happened.
I just wanted him to know I loved him and if he never comes back for me, I understand.
As long as he lives.
“Helen,” Justin growled.
My mate was struggling in standing but finally he did, just wobbly in doing so. He cocked his brow, seeing me at the behest of his father who just spent day and night beating me horribly. He had to know this wasn’t my doing! He just had to!
“She’s staying with us,” my father said, pressing his boot into an open wound on my leg. I fell from Juden’s grasp, screaming in ache in doing so. “But if you’d like, we can ask her again.”
Justin furrowed and Juden laughed.
“Little Helen,” the Alpha King chirped. “Tell Justin how much you despise him. Let him know how desperately you hate the Last Lycan, and how you set this whole thing up just to get rid of your mate once and for all.”
My father snapped, kicking my back with his boot for good measure while a cold, overwhelming strain of power washed through me.
My lips moved before I could process how to even stop them.
“I hate you,” I breathed, speaking through the manipulated power of the wizard. “I hate you, Lycan.”
“Helen, what—” Justin hissed a noise, the poison trailing through his system for sure.
He fell back, Randy’s wolf catching him as he did so and running my mate far, far out of reach of Juden and my father. They made sure I watched my mate leave, letting me weep at their feet as True Mates pack ran off into the darkness of the night.
Hopefully, above all else, Justin will heal from that wound.
But I know he probably won’t.
Juden was too thorough this time.
“And that was the last time you ever will see my son again,” Juden purred. He stalked in front of me, grabbing the knife still laced in my mate’s blood. “I guess it’s only fitting to have you maimed the same way, Helen.”
He pulled the blade back, ready to strike me with it, but stopped when my father stepped in front of my ailing, lousy body.
“No,” my father hummed. “She is returning home with me and my wife. We will accept our pack members back into Fiery Cross. Helen will pay for what she’s done to you, Alpha King, but my wife wants to make her suffer first.”
Juden shrugged, toying with the blade he wanted to impale me with just minutes ago. “Okay, I guess that’s fair. She has no use when the poison kicks into Justin’s system. She may as well go home with you. She would only take up space in my jail.”
“Good,” my father laughed. “She’s got a lot of payback coming for what she did to Diana and Scott.”
I opened my mouth to speak, choking on the words as they came up my throat. I was still too overwhelmed by the wizard in play. He was my biggest advisory and would be the most trouble to get passed if I was going to make it to Justin’s side again.”
I could heal him, just maybe, but I wouldn’t know if I had to stay here.
I wept, fighting the power but losing to it indefinably.
When the war died down, Juden crossed his arms over his chest and looked at my father with the deepest amount of pride I’ve ever seen.
“I was meaning to tell you something, but I guess now it is only fitting,” Juden said.
My father stepped over me, purposefully stepping on my knuckles and applying his weight on my weak, cracking bones.
I gasped, needing to scream but not being able to.
“You know she didn’t kill Diana, right?”
I screamed, the power falling while my father finally stepped off my hand.
He looked crookedly at the Alpha King while his face ultimately fell. “Wh—What?”
Juden laughed. “Of course. You really think she was capable of that? Not even close. I had to frame her, to make sure every wolf was on the lookout for her, so we could use her against Justin. I needed to make sure the world saw my son as the Devil he is.”
Juden glanced toward me sniveling on the ground. “Or at least now, after your performance tonight, who he was. The Last Lycan is no more.”
“Wait,” my father beathed. “Then who killed my daughter.”
Juden only shrugged. “One of my warriors. Same as who killed Donna and framed Helen for it. Come on, Alpha, I thought you understood the need to demolish Helen’s name so I could lure out my son. You really thought she was capable of that strength?”
Juden looked over me thoughtfully, snickering the whole time.
“She’s nothing but a tri-color, worthless body of bruises. She’s nothing to my son, not anymore. And thanks to her, she’s killed the Lycan and I have the whole thing on film. So what’s the issue? You get your pack and I get to defend my title. Everything is okay again.”
I struggled to sit up, Juden pacing away from my father and I in happiness.
Joy howled in my mind. We betrayed Justin, no matter the spell cast over me, and now my own father finally learns that I was never a monster. I never killed anyone!
Well, sort of.
I never killed anyone until tonight when I wounded my mate with a poisoned blade.
My father seemed so hesitant though. He needed that hatred against me of killing Diana, of being the monster of a daughter he thought I was. Now what? Now that he knows the truth of who I am, that I would never live up to his low bar of expectations, how would he treat me?
I should have known nothing would change.
He slung a leg back, kicking me square in the jaw and my throat. I spit up the last amount of blood left in my lungs and laid there under the moon as he walked over me.
I guess that answered it all.
I was never going to be accepted by him, not even if I wasn’t the devil daughter he thought I was.
I laid outside under the full moon, knowing it wasn’t worth running off in the middle of the night to escape. I had nowhere to go anymore.
There is no Last Lycan, no mate—no one left in my heart to escape to.
I am alone again.
Justin’s face fell as he realized what had been done. His father, the Alpha King, bent over and grabbed the back of my scalp, forcing me to watch as my mate writhed and ached in pain.
The blade was poisoned, I could feel it in my palm when he handed me the knife, and there was nothing I could do to stop the command laid over me.
The wizard on Juden’s side of this battle is overwhelming, in the shadows, working as the puppet master to my whole mind and body.
I just wish he didn’t make me remember stabbing Justin.
I could die after watching that happen. He looked at me with the most unbelievable expression of shock, of ultimate betrayal, and I couldn’t even explain what happened.
I just wanted him to know I loved him and if he never comes back for me, I understand.
As long as he lives.
“Helen,” Justin growled.
My mate was struggling in standing but finally he did, just wobbly in doing so. He cocked his brow, seeing me at the behest of his father who just spent day and night beating me horribly. He had to know this wasn’t my doing! He just had to!
“She’s staying with us,” my father said, pressing his boot into an open wound on my leg. I fell from Juden’s grasp, screaming in ache in doing so. “But if you’d like, we can ask her again.”
Justin furrowed and Juden laughed.
“Little Helen,” the Alpha King chirped. “Tell Justin how much you despise him. Let him know how desperately you hate the Last Lycan, and how you set this whole thing up just to get rid of your mate once and for all.”
My father snapped, kicking my back with his boot for good measure while a cold, overwhelming strain of power washed through me.
My lips moved before I could process how to even stop them.
“I hate you,” I breathed, speaking through the manipulated power of the wizard. “I hate you, Lycan.”
“Helen, what—” Justin hissed a noise, the poison trailing through his system for sure.
He fell back, Randy’s wolf catching him as he did so and running my mate far, far out of reach of Juden and my father. They made sure I watched my mate leave, letting me weep at their feet as True Mates pack ran off into the darkness of the night.
Hopefully, above all else, Justin will heal from that wound.
But I know he probably won’t.
Juden was too thorough this time.
“And that was the last time you ever will see my son again,” Juden purred. He stalked in front of me, grabbing the knife still laced in my mate’s blood. “I guess it’s only fitting to have you maimed the same way, Helen.”
He pulled the blade back, ready to strike me with it, but stopped when my father stepped in front of my ailing, lousy body.
“No,” my father hummed. “She is returning home with me and my wife. We will accept our pack members back into Fiery Cross. Helen will pay for what she’s done to you, Alpha King, but my wife wants to make her suffer first.”
Juden shrugged, toying with the blade he wanted to impale me with just minutes ago. “Okay, I guess that’s fair. She has no use when the poison kicks into Justin’s system. She may as well go home with you. She would only take up space in my jail.”
“Good,” my father laughed. “She’s got a lot of payback coming for what she did to Diana and Scott.”
I opened my mouth to speak, choking on the words as they came up my throat. I was still too overwhelmed by the wizard in play. He was my biggest advisory and would be the most trouble to get passed if I was going to make it to Justin’s side again.”
I could heal him, just maybe, but I wouldn’t know if I had to stay here.
I wept, fighting the power but losing to it indefinably.
When the war died down, Juden crossed his arms over his chest and looked at my father with the deepest amount of pride I’ve ever seen.
“I was meaning to tell you something, but I guess now it is only fitting,” Juden said.
My father stepped over me, purposefully stepping on my knuckles and applying his weight on my weak, cracking bones.
I gasped, needing to scream but not being able to.
“You know she didn’t kill Diana, right?”
I screamed, the power falling while my father finally stepped off my hand.
He looked crookedly at the Alpha King while his face ultimately fell. “Wh—What?”
Juden laughed. “Of course. You really think she was capable of that? Not even close. I had to frame her, to make sure every wolf was on the lookout for her, so we could use her against Justin. I needed to make sure the world saw my son as the Devil he is.”
Juden glanced toward me sniveling on the ground. “Or at least now, after your performance tonight, who he was. The Last Lycan is no more.”
“Wait,” my father beathed. “Then who killed my daughter.”
Juden only shrugged. “One of my warriors. Same as who killed Donna and framed Helen for it. Come on, Alpha, I thought you understood the need to demolish Helen’s name so I could lure out my son. You really thought she was capable of that strength?”
Juden looked over me thoughtfully, snickering the whole time.
“She’s nothing but a tri-color, worthless body of bruises. She’s nothing to my son, not anymore. And thanks to her, she’s killed the Lycan and I have the whole thing on film. So what’s the issue? You get your pack and I get to defend my title. Everything is okay again.”
I struggled to sit up, Juden pacing away from my father and I in happiness.
Joy howled in my mind. We betrayed Justin, no matter the spell cast over me, and now my own father finally learns that I was never a monster. I never killed anyone!
Well, sort of.
I never killed anyone until tonight when I wounded my mate with a poisoned blade.
My father seemed so hesitant though. He needed that hatred against me of killing Diana, of being the monster of a daughter he thought I was. Now what? Now that he knows the truth of who I am, that I would never live up to his low bar of expectations, how would he treat me?
I should have known nothing would change.
He slung a leg back, kicking me square in the jaw and my throat. I spit up the last amount of blood left in my lungs and laid there under the moon as he walked over me.
I guess that answered it all.
I was never going to be accepted by him, not even if I wasn’t the devil daughter he thought I was.
I laid outside under the full moon, knowing it wasn’t worth running off in the middle of the night to escape. I had nowhere to go anymore.
There is no Last Lycan, no mate—no one left in my heart to escape to.
I am alone again.
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