Page 134 of The Lycans: Vol Four

He didn’t turn around, didn’t even respond as he went back to pacing. It was a long time before he did speak.

“I’m a predator, female. And as such the hunt is exactly what I like.” He looked over his shoulder and held my stare. “So run. Because I like the chase. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll get tired of your companionship and let you go.”

I found myself leaning forward at those words, a tiny sliver of hope…

His chuckle cut that off. “Let you go,” he murmured to himself.

How could I respond? There wasn’t anything I could say that would change my fate. But I would fight. Even if that meant he’d keep coming for me.

I rested back and felt depression and dejection surround me. I closed my eyes, exhaustion finally weighing on me even if I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep.

This really was hell.

16

Sebastian

The fucking sun.

That bastard of a burning orange ball in the sky that was all but taunting me, forcing me into hiding in the shadows and waiting to go after my girl.

I’d been walking back and forth in the interior of this little rocky outcropping I’d had to take cover in for hours. I was impatient, pissed, and so fucking murderous I wanted blood covering me from that motherfucker’s death.

I was also terrified. For the first time in my life I experienced what fear was. As I’d realized the Diablos was going to take Ada, I’d felt that fear consume every part of me.

And right now I couldn’t get rid of the thoughts of what he was doing to my tiny mate.

“Fuck!” I roared, pebbles crumbling all around me as the vibrations from my yell knocked them loose.

I’d been fucking pacing for hours. But I couldn’t stand still.

I stalked to the entrance of the cave, hissing as the sun washed over me, and flipped off that motherfucker high in the air.

“Fuck you,” I snarled and turned back.

I needed all my strength, and having a tantrum wasn’t going to help get Ada back. So I kept walking back and forth, cursing, tugging at my hair and envisioning myself getting Ada back and tearing that Diablos bastard limb from limb.

I’d instantly recognized him, not only from the first time we went after those Assembly fuckers, but also when I’d been caught.

Adryan had told us he’d seen a creature in the Vermont facility when he’d been rescuing his mate. It was whispered among the Otherworld he was “the devil”… and the only one known in existence.

I’d heard two renditions in my lifetime on who and what the Diablos was.

In one legend he was born of pain and heartache, a rip in humanity and emotions from all creatures of the Otherworld.

His father was the god of death. His mother was the goddess of pain.

In the second legend, which was far more of the romantic variety, his mother was the goddess of love and fell for the god of death. He was the result. But love couldn’t live with death without being dragged into the darkness. Yin and yang.

So the Diablos’s life was one of heartbreak and pain, a balance needed for what happens when there are no consequences from love and happiness and all the good that can come out of the world.

I thought that all sounded like a bunch of bullshit.

But I’d seen the big, monstrous asshole when I’d been a captive in the facility. Most of the time they kept him caged up, and rightfully so. The fucker was over seven feet, and I’d seen him take out a handful of guards before they’d even opened his cage.

Fuck him. I didn’t care how dangerous he was. A mated male going after his female was far more dangerous than anything else. He was going to die when I found him.

I kept pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. I was getting more irritated, more rage-filled by the second.

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