Page 65 of Forsaken Desire
“She’s already lost,” I said, my lips numb.
“It’s because,” he started, voice low enough that I leaned closer to hear him. “He wants her dead.”
I straightened and looked toward my mate.
Lucian watched with satisfaction curling his lips up. He definitely wanted her dead.
I pushed between two people to get near the platform and hoisted myself up. The wood thumped under my quick steps.
“Lucian,” I gasped, grabbing his arm hard and digging my nails into his flesh. I shook his arm and he finally blinked. His body turned more toward me, and he swept me against his side. His thumb caressed my back with little circles. It soothed my tension a notch. Enough to allow me to speak.
“Lucian, stop this,” I hissed. I bunched my hand in his bloody shirt, my knuckles pressing into his abs. “You can’t allow this to continue.”
When he looked down at me, the moon caught his eyes, giving the illusion that his eyes had a faint hazel glow.
“This is her own doing,” he said.
I growled and pushed away from him before hopping off the wood platform.
“Stop,” I snarled, not trying to hold back the guttural sound like I used to.
Toby immediately backed away.
Cierra was unconscious and lying on her side, but at least breathing. My gaze snagged on a familiar older couple that had been at the charity event. Her parents. They were being held back by two large males.
Toby paced from side to side. I turned to glare at my cruel Lucian.
“My mate has decided,” Lucian finally said.
My shoulders dropped. Thank the Moon.
On my way back to Lucian, I studied Cierra’s wolf. There was a chunk ripped out of her shoulder.
It would take her a long time to heal from those wounds. I couldn’t have stopped the satisfaction I felt. She’d tried to claimmymate, but I wanted her away from us, not dead.
“Wilder Pack has a new third,” Lucian announced. Toby shifted, and I averted my eyes, returning to my spot, next to Alex.
He raised an eyebrow at me, obviously questioning my decision.As descendants of wolves, our possessive tendencies were nothing close to human. Jealousy had been the reason for many deaths. It was normal—my stomach churned at my invasive thought. My memory.
“If she was always beatable, why was she one of the dominants?”
“Lucian allowed it.” There was a growl to his voice, and he kept rolling his shoulders.
My skin wouldn’t stop itching.
“No one is to help her,” Lucian ordered. Her mom dropped to her knees, and her father grabbed her, his features stretched tight.
This was a part of Lucian I didn’t know. He’d given me hints ofhim, a dark side, a cruel one.
The circle created by the pack dwindled, and people started to shuck their clothes. All of it was new to me, but it felt familiar.
I stepped back, returning my gaze to Lucian. He no longer wore a shirt, so his muscles were bathed in moonlight.
Alluring. Hot.Mine.
He’d stopped his plans for me. He’d chosen me, in front of everyone.
My stomach swirled with nerves. I wanted to be claimed by my mate.
