We swayed as we stepped forward, reaching out to s***h him, but he easily missed.
My sight was starting to go fuzzy around the edges.
Cas, what’s going on? Holden came into my mind, and I shook it away.
No distractions.
Okay, maybe we wouldn’t make him suffer, couldn’t.
We had to end him.
Now.
We tried to stand, no, wait, we were already standing.
The wolfs in front of us were blurry.
Why were there so many of them?
They all came at once and bit down. Hard.
But I didn’t feel it.
All I felt was the raging pain in my side, it was burning, worse than anything I had ever felt. It was spreading. It wasn’t just on my side anymore, the fire was clawing its way up my side.
I looked to make sure I wasn’t on fire, I couldn’t see anything past out midnight-black fur.
Something was wrong.
We had to finish this, though.
For Emmett, for our son.
For our pup – Atlas agreed, but he sounded far away.
We let out a loud growl that shook the ground, almost making me fall.
I let the anger out. All of it.
It sparked and lapped up, charging my blood.
He came after mine. He came after my son, my heir.
He came after Emmett.
He came after my family.
Alpha Jasper lunged again, but the anger pushed back some of the dizziness, if only slightly.
We took a step, and he barely missed us, stumbling on his injured paws.
I turned to face him. Blood was covering his dull brown fur. His eyes seemed to barely focus, or maybe that was me. There was only one of him again. That was a slight relief.
He stumbled but then charged and went for our front paws, a common blunder, leaving his neck wide open.
As he went to bite me, I clamped down on his neck, not missing this rare perfect opportunity.
His blood filled Atlas’ mouth, but we didn’t loosen our grip.
He was fighting against it, kicking, clawing. But our grip held fast, tearing deeper into him with every movement from his wolf. All of our lingering strength was poured into our grip on him.
None of his kicks or scratches was painful. I couldn’t think of anything past the fire in my side that was radiating through me, p.ulsing with my heart.
Red splots blotched my already blurry vision.
We bit harder with the last of our strength.
Alpha Jasper’s wolf went limp under us.
His breathing stopped along with his heartbeat as I slipped into the darkness I couldn’t hold off any longer.
(Willa)
Once I saw Alpha Jasper shift, I felt immensely better. He wasn’t the size of a true Alpha, I wondered if he had any Alpha blood in him at all.
Caspien shifted into a massive black wolf and pounced.
The sight sent a shiver to my core despite the situation.
Rendell placed a steadying hand on my shoulder, and Cali stood closer to me, leaning against my side. The c.ontact helped me stay calm. As calm as I could in this situation.
He made immediate c.ontact and the sound of Alpha Jasper’s howls of pain fueled me. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted every d.amn person out there to see what would happen if they tried to come after my son, come after any one of us. My fear turned to a hardened resolve.
This had to happen, and I would relish in every second of pain he went through.
I didn’t care if that made me a d.amn monster, I didn’t care if I was reduced to the same scum that he was; I needed this.
Caspien kept attacking, he was fluid yet calculated in his movements.
Alpha Jasper finally got in a swipe, and I held my breath. I didn’t want him to get hurt – at all. But I wasn’t dumb enough to think he would walk away completely unscathed.
But that swipe hurt me. I felt all the air inside me leave at once as if I had been punched.
Rendell tightened his grip on my shoulder. I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or because of his own fear. I hoped it wasn’t the latter.
Caspien seemed to sway on his feet; he tried to attack and then again, but he didn’t get a good enough grip.
My stomach tightened. Something was wrong.
I forced myself to look away for a brief moment. Holden was linking Griffen, and Cali shifted on her feet.
Something wasn’t right. I knew that before I had confirmation.
Atlas seemed to sway, but he was barely scratched. I wanted to link him, but I didn’t want to distract him.
Iris was pacing around my mind, and it unsettled me further.
How much longer could this go on?
End him, end him, end him – I pleaded silently.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.