Chapter 30

Helen’s POV

I tilted my head back to give him access to my ear, the plane of my neck, anything he could reach through the small holes in the cell to get to me. His hand had been working overtime on my clit and the nether regions below it, drenching my bare ass against the cold floor where I let him have access through my hiked skirt.

I moaned his name, his pressure going deeper while the cut on my forehead had lost its initial sting. It was begging to heal, shrinking with every pluck of his fingers, every brush of my sensitive button, and the pure hormonal desire his lycan was exuding in this small space. It would choke me eventually but I didn’t care.

For all I knew, I was as good as dead, anyways.

“Your mark has cleared,” he panted, his hot breath even hotter than before. “I should rip through this cage and chains and locks so I can have you properly.”

“They will only find another way to retain me for murder,” I growl.

His fingers drug up my inner thigh, leaving a wet trail before he promptly stuck his knuckles deep into his mouth like he was handed his favorite lollipop.

“Nonsense,” he snarled. “If not Donna to have it in her nature to set you up for trouble, then who?”

“Smells like sex in here,” a familiar voice called from the long runway of a hall.

Joy had sweltered in my heart, snapping from a distance in a protective recoil. I wasn’t going to bring her out for this, nor would she have even agreed to it, both of us cowering in our pathetic position behind Juden’s bars and false conviction.

“This Alpha wannabe just doesn’t quit,” Justin snorted.

It prompted him to stand, leaving me on the floor on the wrong side of these bars and chains.

“I saw your fight out there, lycan,” Scott severed. “Typical—mundane—but this situation presented itself in perfect timing. Finally, something genuinely entertaining.”

“Why should I refrain from slicing your throat right here?” Justin spit. “I’m having a real hard time listing those reasons in my head right now. Someone, please. Give me one reason to spare you.”

I choked on a laugh, shrugging in response.

“If it pleases my mate,” Justin gabbed.

“You can’t touch me, even though I am sure your savage side would love to,” Scott fluttered. “The only problem with that is your plaything in the cell is being charged with murder. Even with proof at hand to show it as such,” Scott grumbled, popping a click of his tongue all the while. “It would only be fitting that you would go on your own killing spree shortly after.”

I turned to face the standoff in the hall, the redness of my cheeks leaving only a hint of pink now. I wasn’t embarrassed if Scott had known what Justin and I were up to before he waltzed in and ruined it. I wanted him to know, more than I’d like to admit, that I finally felt satisfied by my mate.

Something I couldn’t even picture partaking in with Scott anymore.

“You know, there’s not a lot that is going to keep my mate behind bars,” Justin bit. “When she is out, and the security is a little less tight around here, I’ll have your throat.”

“Not a lot?” Scott mimicked. “The Alpha King has DNA proof that Helen killed poor, innocent Donna outside of these games, so she can’t even claim it was an act of viciousness during play. So reckless to leave a sample of her blood at the crime scene.”

My stomach fell with his words, but more so, at that confession.

“I recommend you leave,” Justin suggested. “As you can smell, and probably heard or saw moments ago, I would do just about anything to be on the other side of these cell bars to properly mate with my she-wolf. If I need a murder case to put me in there with her, I know where to find one.”

Watching Scott leave made me happy beyond belief. I still had wounds from his rejection, his insinuation that Justin would do the same, but I had certainly enjoyed that confrontation more than I may ever admit out loud.

I wish he would stay behind and tell Justin about how he offered himself up to me, as a returned toy when Justin would be finished with me, but I don’t dare want to push my mate further into instability if I can’t be on those sides of the bars to stop him. I reached out to his hand instead, pleading for him to return to my level.

He appeased my silent request without protest.

“I need to go find the Alpha King,” Justin affirmed, pulling my neck forward so he could kiss my healing temple tenderly. “This is a horrible mistake, Helen. That is all. I will have this solved in no time.”

“Return as fast as you can,” I begged.

Justin had bolted from the barracks no sooner than Scott had returned to them. I made it a point to inch as far back as I could to the opposite wall of the cell, long out of his range, and settled at the sight of his disapproving glare.

That’s all he has ever felt for me. I could see that now.

Disapproval, bewilderment—fucking rejection.

I flinched, Joy still unhappy with the sight of him, let alone with us being in the position we were currently in. We had little, if any, power to control the narrative when tossed behind a set of chains and locks like a perilous creature.

“You have nothing to say?” Scott growled. “You would have jumped at the chance to have me back at the flick of my fingertips but now you stare at me like I’m just an old dream.”

“A nightmare,” I snapped. “You have no right to be here. You left because you were scared of Justin. You’re only back now so you can taunt me now that he’s gone.”

“Taunt you?” He shook his head, his lips pressing into a thin, inward line. “My, my, Helen. Who have you become? The shift in your fur, the sass in your tone—What has that lycan been doing with you behind closed doors?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would,” he admitted with little disinclination. “The Alpha King has no restraint when it comes to your lycan pet and I’m not going to stand by as his reputation gets you framed for murder.”

“So you do think I’m framed?” I prod. “You said earlier my blood had been at the crime scene; a strong tip of proof—but one that the Alpha King hasn’t even bothered sharing with me.”

Scott hesitated long enough for me to notice.

“This is your fault,” Justin’s voice barked from down the hallway.

I rushed to the bars, clinging to them as I watched my lycan mate shift into his towering two-legged exterior, charging toward Scott before he could even process the sight before him. He was about to be attacked, and most likely maimed and killed, by the Last Lycan, The Devil, and my merciless mate.