Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Justin POV
It happened so fast.
And it didn’t make any sense.
Gwen worked on my back again, having to redo her work every hour on the dot just to pull the poison from my blood stream. I laid on our bed, suffocating myself with Helen’s scent, and growling every time I inhaled it.
I missed her so much and that’s what she does in return? She betrayed me!
Gwen tweaked with my spine and I snarled in response, Randy and the Fae holding back nearby as though ready to pounce if I were to attack our frail little healer.
I shouldn’t be surprised because fury is all my Lycan felt now. It’s all I had left to deal with. I needed something to cling onto and it wasn’t Helen—not anymore.
“It doesn’t make sense,” Randy growled, slamming his fist into the wall; again.
“She may have been confused, Lycan,” Russo offered. “She would never betray you, I know she wouldn’t. She worked so hard to free those wizards so why would she turn around and want to stab—”
“ENOUGH!” I roared. “She pierced me with the blade, I watched her do it!”
“She is the Luna, Justin, and your fated mate. She wouldn’t do it unless she had to!” Randy finally broke, throwing a vase across the room just to have it shatter. “She would never do that to you without just cause.”
“She shouldn’t have done it,” I breathed. “But I’ll make sure she pays for it.”
“Wh—what?” Russo groaned. “What are you planning now, Lycan.”
“He shouldn’t plan anything,” Gwen snapped. “I you were five more minutes away from getting him to me, we would be without an Alpha right now. You’ve got a lot of healing left to do, Alpha Justin. You cannot go after vengeance yet.”
“You shouldn’t go for vengeance at all,” Randy barked. “You know Helen would never—”
“NO!” I screamed again, exhausting myself. “I thought I knew my mate. I thought I knew everything about her but I will not sit here and pretend to know why she did that to me out there. She was beaten and exhausted and—I didn’t recognize the look in her eyes before she plunged the knife in my back.”
“She could have had no choice, Lycan,” Russo explained. “I say we still try to go get her back. After all, we saw her state in their care. She’s probably dying right now as we discuss this! If you get her back and she admits to hurting you on purpose, that’s one thing. But she saved my people, Justin.
“She deserves to live for that.”
“She deserves whatever I say she deserves,” I growl. “I don’t need you to tell me how to handle my mate.”
“Well, then tell me,” Randy begged. “What are you going to do when you heal? Are we going after her or not? What about Juden and her father? What of them? If they find out you’re alive, they will only try it again.”
“I know that Beta,” I snapped, cringing as Gwen worked on my wound more intensely than before. “Fuck, healer. Can you do this without breaking my bones?”
“Not really,” Gwen murmured. “Can you handle this without screaming? You’ve got poison in your blood from a silver blade—you should be dead right now but you’re not thanks to me.”
And thanks to my mate, I almost was.
So what do I do about Helen now?
“We will kill my father first,” I said, my voice so cold it didn’t even sound like my own. “Then we will kill my mate’s father.”
“And what of Helen?” Russo groaned. “What of your mate?”
“She will return here as my prisoner.”
Randy stalked out of the room, knocking things over in his fit of rage as he left. I couldn’t chase after him, nor did I feel the need to. After all, Helen is still mine to handle. His impartialness to her was nice at first.
But now it seemed like treason against me.
She stabbed me. Why wouldn’t he know that I had to keep her at an arm’s reach after that?
“She wouldn’t have done that,” Russo exhaled, “unless she was forced.”
“She held the blade. She put it in my back. No one pressed her hand into my back, holding the blade laced with poison. I can’t even feel my Lycan anymore—she may have killed off half of my soul and you want to vouch for her.”
He shook his head, staring at the floor. “It’s sad when I believe in her more than you even do. You’re her mate. You should now her better than this.”
“I don’t know her after all,” I huffed. “Not like I thought I did. Not after that.”
Russo followed my Beta in storming out, and I couldn’t care less about that winged beast. He should know a thing or two about betrayal. He did it to me and Helen before.
“You’re lucky to be alive,” Gwen breathed, finally backing off of my spine. She collected her things while I still struggled to sit up, feeling a numb ache hold my body down in thick restraint. “You should know something, though, Alpha Justin.”
“What? Are you going to tell me how I should forgive my mate for doing this, too?”
“I’m not much of a political woman, I have no say on if you forgive that little Luna of yours or not,” she said, pretty nonchalantly. “I do have one thing to say. If she wanted you dead, you would be.”
I furrowed, looking at the tired, aged healer. “What are you talking about, Gwen?”
“The knife was mean for your nervous system, the poison would have shut you down immediately. But the perforations on your skin, the jittery hold of the blade—it was inches from hitting anything except for bones, Lycan.”
I sat up slowly, fighting to do so. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“It means the blade wasn’t steady in her hand. She held back from going deeper and seemed to fight herself on it too. It shows in your mark that she restrained herself from going deeper, and inevitably killing you.”
I swallowed that information.
“If she truly didn’t want to kill me, she wouldn’t have stabbed me at all.”