Page 34 of Moonlit Choosing Ritual

Suddenly, he spun and started running toward the fence. I jumped over the fence toward the driveway, where the lamplight spilled on the asphalt. I reached the side of a flower bed, from where I scooped a rock and hurtled it toward him, aiming at his head.

I closed the distance between us and, with a snarl, jumped high in the air, landing right behind him. I grabbed his collar and pulled him back. Kimble yelled my name. The tires of oncoming cars screeched as I locked eyes with the warrior, now on the ground, scrambling away. He was pale, and I loved pale at that moment. Because I was going to color him red.

“Alpha, I’m sorry!” he rasped. “I—I didn’t know.”

Heavy breaths tore from my chest as rage descended on me like a tempestuous sea. My fingers tightened around his throat. Like a drug, his fear invaded my senses. “Two things. First, you were fucking touching something that’s mine.”

“No, I swear, I didn’t know—”

“Second, this is the most important part, motherfucker.” I leaned close to his ear. “That woman who you touched and got your cock erect…?”

His lips quivered as I balled my hand into a fist.

“She is mine.”

With a snarl, I rose and my first blow hit his jaw. The next one hit his forehead. Then the temple. Jaw, throat, temple. One after the other. I landed a punch to his nose, shattering it, spilling a lot of blood. Blood coated my knuckles. His jaw broke and his teeth flew out. But I couldn’t control the madness that had descended on me.

I was fueled by thinking of his cock tenting in his pants when he touched her. And I kept hitting. Until he seized. Until he died.

I stopped when I calmed down. With labored breath, I snapped my eyes up to look at the spectators. None of them had the audacity to approach me. A low growl emanated from my chest—a warning that no one could mess with me. They couldn’t. They inclined their necks in pure submission, which was what my wolf liked.

Even if someone complained about the dead warrior, he wouldn’t dare to challenge my deed.

My clothes were soaked with his blood as I got up and walked to my bedroom, where I knew Kimble would be, shaking in fear.

She wasn’t. But she was disturbed. “Did you kill him?” she asked, her voice faint.

“I think so,” I replied as I leaned against the doorframe with my bruised knuckles, watching her flushed skin, impressed by her boldness.

She nodded, and I was sure she understood the repercussions of her flirting with anyone.

“This wasn’t the first time he did that with me,” she said quietly. “He—he groped me when I’d just arrived.”

I wanted to resurrect the fucker and kill him again.

Over the next few days, Kimble would tie her hand to the bedpost to stop rolling over on me, but I untied it every fucking time after she went off to sleep.

She watched the camera footage one day, feeling frustrated, and shouted at me. I just shrugged and said, “You asked me not to touch you. I touched the rope, not you.” A wolf could only try. Because how could I lose the opportunity of her sleeping on me? Call me sly. Who cares? I knew she wouldn’t get out of my bed, because of the deal. What she didn’t know was that the only freedoms she ever got were those I provided.

One day, when I returned in the evening, she was watching the video I sent. All her new dresses were lying scattered on the bed. She turned to look at me, her face morphing into anger. She lashed out at me. “Josh was so much better than you. He never tried to touch me!”

Jealousy seared my insides, charring my soul. “I know who Josh is, Kimble. Don’t make me kill him, but let me tell you this—it wasn’t your mother who sold you out to Madam Nella. It was Josh. And for just a few hundred dollars.”

“No!” she rasped. “That’s impossible!”

I smirked and sipped my whiskey, watching her struggle with the revelation. I was expecting her to brave it, but a tear escaped her eyes and I gripped my crystal tight, hating that I made her cry. “The Moonlit Choosing Ritual is in two days. Come with me to select a place for it.” I wanted to distract her and also let her see the place.

She didn’t react to me for a long time, mourning the loss of a friend she thought was true to her. I didn’t want to tell her about Josh’s betrayal when Kenzie fished out the information from Brute, but this time I acted out of jealousy. I promised myself I would be more careful next time. I gulped my whiskey and sat down in front of her. “He doesn’t deserve your grief.”

She took a ragged breath. “Yeah…” she said with a quivering chin. Wiping her tears, she got up. “I’ll be ready in a few.”

She picked up a pink dress and went to the bathroom to change into it. Soon this would be fixed. When she returned, I saw the pink dress hugged her body in all the right places. My wolf drooled. My chest rumbled with a dangerous growl, which came out as a… purr. Lupin wanted to come out and fuck her in his bestial form. The heck I would let him do that.

As we drove to the woods, I asked her, “What do you want on your eighteenth birthday?”

“Freedom.”

I chuckled because I knew she’d say that. “Do you remember that I took a raincheck on my condition?”

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