Page 50 of Wolf Trapped
He is going to kill me, but it will be worth getting away from Carter.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” Archer asks, getting his full attention. “How did you mask your scent?”
“A special blend of herbs from Kyle’s pack. It was so easy.” He laughs hysterically. There is something very wrong with this shifter. “I had all of you fooled with the obedient, helpful lap dog act.”
I widen my eyes at Archer, but he shakes his head again. I’m going to do this whether he likes it or not. Carter is unstable and may decide any second to just fucking slit my throat and end this. I nod to Archer.
“Don’t,” he says out loud, but it’s too late. I reach up, raking my claws over the arm holding the knife blood sprays as he howls in agony, and I rear my head back, headbutting him in the nose, breaking it easily, and more blood streams from his nose, drenching my hair and back before I get the chance to jump away.
“Jara,” Archer shouts before shifting and jumping over my body, tackling Carter to the ground.
Once pinned Archer shifts back to human. “I’m going to enjoy tearing you apart with my bare fucking hands.”
He punches Carter in his already broken nose before putting his knee down on the man’s ribs. There’s a crack, and Carter screams out in agony as he thrashes, trying to get a hold of Archer, but he has his arms pinned to the dirt.
Archer is taking his time drawing out the man’s suffering. Using a clawed hand, he scratches a shallow line across Carter’s neck, which beads with blood. He is absolutely feral and it’s disturbing how sexy I find him at this moment. “You dare cross your alpha like this. You deserve every bit of pain.”
Carter screams as Archer shoves his claws into the man’s get blood spraying them both. The screams become gurgling as more blood sprays hitting me in the face. Gross. I turn away not squeamish but still not a fan of watching people be tortured.
“Archer?” Angela’s voice rings out in the forest. How did I hear that over the screams and cries of the wolf behind me? I have no idea.
“Angela, over here,” I call back.
Archer just grunts and reaches over for the fallen knife stabbing Carter in the eye and silencing him. He is every bit the brutal alpha he’s rumored to be. A squelching sound nearly makes me gag as he removes the knife, and his eye pulls from the socket.
Archer isn’t done yet, though, and with a ferocious roar, he rips the arm from the body and, with the other hand, stabs him in the neck repeatedly until he nearly cuts his head from his body. It’s fucking gruesome.
“Archer, he’s dead,” Angela murmurs, not to startle him. Archer stands completely naked and covered in blood and gore. His angry eyes turn to me.
“Secure the area. Get Patrick and Alex and have them help you.” He grunts, never taking his angry eyes off me.
“They are already circling the area,” Angela replies, but Archer isn’t listening. He’s already moving to me. I don’t even struggle as he throws me over his shoulder roughly.
I keep my mouth shut even as my ribs scream from the rough treatment. He’s angry enough as it is. I can’t blame him. I said that to buy some time, but it wasn’t exactly lies.
I have no idea how we are going to come back from all this. Can Archer forgive me for using whatever I could to escape that asshole? I hope so, or else how will we live together for the rest of our lives?
18
ARCHER
Islink in the shadows behind the cabin in my wolf form. They keep me camouflaged with my fur that’s black as night. I crouch behind the cabin as the door flies open, and Jara is thrown to the ground outside.
Carter comes over to her, glaring down at her, and it takes every bit of self-control I possess to wait to see what happens. Jara has him talking, and I need to know who made him a fucking traitor to his pack.
“I changed my mind. I don’t believe you. You are just trying to find a way out of this, but unluckily for you, there is no way out that doesn’t end in death.”
“You have met Archer.” She shouts at him, and I tilt my head in response. What is she talking about? Is this whole attempt on her life to hurt me? Who is fucking behind this? Carter didn’t come up with this all on his own.
“He is overbearing and a brute who has no emotions whatsoever. He doesn’t want a mate. He wants a prisoner he can keep locked in a pretty cage only to visit when he wants something.”
My wolf whines at her words, but they have Jara’s desired effect. It doesn’t stop the hurt.
Does she really think I’m cold and emotionless? I don’t express my emotions because it’s a weakness, but I do everything I can to keep her safe.
Carter jabs at her back to get her to move, and the scent of her blood fills the clearing.
Mother fucker made her bleed? I will fucking gut him slowly.
