Chapter 20
Darian let me go, I grabbed the side of the couch to steady myself after he ripped his hand from my face and I heard a gasp- followed by a loud thud and something wet splattering on my face.
“My King, that is enough, please.” Lady Hale snapped with a nervous twinge in her voice.
I heard something heavy falling on the floor and turned my head down when I smelled the blood. My heart started racing as panic set in. I couldn’t see but my mind was creating illusions of what had happened and I didn’t want to believe any of them.
Please say something. Tell me you’re not dead.
“Alpha Emanuel, please choose from any of the unmarked girls. Whichever one you want shall be yours,” Lady Hale said.
I released the breath that I was holding, Emanuel was still alive and as long as he kept his mouth shut it might stay that way.
The smell of blood reeked and seeped up my nose. I felt the wet liquid on my cheek and I wanted to dry myself of but I was to afraid to move.
I reached up and touched my cheek with the smallest movement. The tiny droplets of blood splatter painting my skin. I could only imagine how pale I looked- nauseas and in pain didn’t exactly add color to your cheeks. The crimson of the blood on my skin would look like a rose petal on snow, beautiful and dead. It was how if felt, standing trembling with nobody coming to my rescue.
“Don’t worry about that, puppet,”
I jerked when Darian thumb pressed against my cheek and he smeared the blood across my skin.
“We’ll get you cleaned off nice and good soon enough.” He said. If I had my sight I bet I would see a dangerous smile with hate stricken eyes and silent promises.
I shook my head and prayed that my vision would return sooner rather than later. As of right now I was nothing but a sitting duck in a room full of poachers.
I heard scratches on the floor, the cracking of a bone as he presumably got up and stood straight.
He was alive at least, that was all that i cared about.
Now please, Emanuel, don’t be stupid.
“You could challenge me for her.” Darian said out of nowhere.
My whole body stiffened painfully but something about the thought of Emanuel fighting for me caused a heat that overpowered the pain for a moment. Would he agree to the challenge?
He wanted me, he would take care of me and he saw what I was in for if I was left with the king.
But then the reality of things with a much bleaker truth set in and I knew that if they fought, Emanuel was dead.
“Don’t speak up.” Trixy warned me.
“Darian will kill him!”
“That’s not our problem,” she defended but I didn’t agree with that. Of course I wanted Emanuel to fight and to win but I wasn’t dumb enough to trick myself into thinking that he stood a chance. There was a reason for why the Lycans had been our royals since forever and it wasn’t because werewolves had opted to stay inferior.
“He’s one of the good ones, he won’t die for us.” I gritted my teeth.
I pressed my nails into my palms and felt Trixy take over and try to heal me from Darian’s damage. Ever so slowly but surely a light started to form where darkness had been and I began to see silhouettes, black figures and light orbs.
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The Alpha’s Hunt
