Chapter 100

Helen POV

“We stand with the Luna of True Mates pack.”

I flicked a look over my shoulder to see the wolves and wizards alike all kneeling with that claim.

Justin’s anger only grew more ferocious.

I aimed to stand, to ask them to not pledge to half of this mating bond, but Justin had better ideas. He snatched my arm in his grip and yanked my into his warm, familiar side.

“Now that we’ve settled this,” my mate snarled, pushing past his downtrodden beta, he pulled me through the house and dragged me down to the barracks under the home. He pushed me into the cell and I fell onto my palms with a gasp. “You belong to me!”

He slammed his fist into the cell bars nearby and I inched back away from him, towards the concrete wall with little light streaming from the outside world. I held a wounded, scratched palm to my lips, the scent of my blood filling this small space instantly.

“I am so furious, my Lycan can’t even handle this mess!”

I sniffled at his rage. Seeing him teeter on the edge of control was painful.

“It’s not—”

“No!” he barked, cutting me short. He slung a finger in my direction; a warning. “You don’t get to talk, Helen. Every word out of your mouth makes me feel like I’m on the brim of control. Please, just be quiet!”

His voice echoed through the barracks. I flinched but didn’t fear Justin. Deep down I know he would never wound me, he loves me, he just forgot how to show it after the moment I stuck a blade into his back.

“I love you,” I hummed, hanging my head.

He fell to his knees before me, taking my chin in his grasp. He pushed my head back, his force overdone and making spots blossom over my vision, but I blinked them away quickly.

He calmed down with that claim, like he was waiting for me to take responsibility. I never wanted to hurt Justin, I know the truth of what happened with the Alpha King’s wizard manipulating me, but Justin wouldn’t hear that out right now.

He needed support and validation.

“Say. That. Again.”

My bottom lip trembled but I sighed through the ache of these words. “I love you, Justin and I always have. I always will, too. Even if you don’t forgive me. Your Lycan is furious and has every right to be.”

He growled, showing his teeth. “You are agreeing with him, then? My Lycan, that is.”

“You are my mate,” I purred. “And my Alpha. I will agree with everything you say or do.”

He pushed my head back into the wall, exposing my cold, sweat-damp throat. “Really? So if I say you deserve to die for double-crossing me… what do you say?”

I fought back heavy, predominate tears. “I say… you are the Alpha, Justin. I stand by your decisions.”

“You’re lying,” he whispered into my throat, his fangs dragging up my shoulder and into the juncture of my neck. “You would beg for mercy, mate. You would fight me!”

I eyed the chains overhead on the wall and stood from his grip. He shot upright, furiously ready to fight, but I didn’t want a fight. I hooked one cuff over my wrist and slipped the other one around my free arm.

Justin took the liberty of clamping the cuff over my remaining wrist and I leaned back into the wall, trying hard to steady my rapid breath.

He eyed me in this position, my arms secure overhead and my body rattling with angst as I could only stand on the tips of my toes in order to not just dangle here from my arms.

“Kill me,” I panted, shaking all over. “Go ahead and kill me.”

My mate’s glare narrowed, bringing his teeth to my neck but it was in that moment I knew he wouldn’t kill me.

He hesitated.

“You and I have been through too much,” he whispered, as if talking to himself. “I could never kill off my only fated mate, no matter how terribly my Lycan wants to make you pay for what you did to us.”

I inhaled sharp, his claws ripping through my clothes and picking the shreds off in tatters. I shivered in the cold air, feeling his hands roam over my bare, pale surface, still sore from my father’s pack and his treatment of me.

I held back from whimpering, for begging, because I would stand firm in the fact that I knew Justin wouldn’t outright hurt me. deep down he loves me still. I would prove that eventually but right now he needs his anger.

He has to be frustrated and furious and… fuck.

He picked my leg up at the knee, bringing it to his hip where my pelvis grinded against his own. I panted at the feeling of his arousal already budding against my sex, running paths over my folds in deep need.

I took the liberty to bring my other knee up and straddle his waist, his hands roaming down my spine and lower back while my arms took some of my weight in the chains keeping me pinned.

Justin flickered a look of familiar delight, but it disappeared quickly.

He thrusted inside of me harsh, edging to make me scream in pain and in pleasure, but instead I tipped my head back and bit my lip until it bled. I would be the perfect, prisoned mate.

If he wants to drive my back into this wall with his hips, with his erection slamming into my sex, then so be it. I wouldn’t protest anything from my mate. He needs his control back after feeling like it took it from him when I stabbed him in the back.

He clawed at my ass, pushing me harder and harder into the wall, thrusting and panting and fucking.

I released a roll of orgasm, letting it run waves over me as my heat filled his nostrils. He moved harder, pushing more, as if frustrated I was gaining so much pleasure from this.

His hand left my ass and I fear he would spank me again but instead he looped his thumb and index finger around my throat, pushing down slightly to prompt a gasp from me in shock.

He worked harder to fuck me, to punish me, all while his fangs never retracted in their threat near my throat. He was a wall of muscle before me, harder the concrete bricks behind me.

His loose hold on my throat tightened slightly and I fought to breath correctly, feeling wildly dirty at how wet with arousal this position was making me.

It set Justin off as well, his erection jerking in hard jolt deep in my core.

I moaned alive as another echo of heat bounced off of my body, consuming everything around us in my scent, in my desire, and Justin grinned at the smell.

I was surprised to see him rather tamed, although his hold on my throat did tighten ever so slightly.

He thrusted more and more until I felt him release his sweet come through my hips, staggering and twitching as he caught his balance and pressed into me harder.

The hand around my throat didn’t leave and the fear spiked as he clamped down harder over my neck, bringing his lips to the structure of my ear.

He was still hard inside me and I could tell we were far from being done tonight.

“I will reclaim you every night if I have to,” he snarled. “Can you accept that?”

I nodded and felt a warm pang of heat in my abdomen.

“Yes, Alpha. Anything you want.”