Angel Blackwood(89)

“I don’t think my mate has very good hearing, do you?” He says sarcastically, looking down at me.

“Maybe I need a new mate.” From the corner of my eye I see Chelsea freeze. Her tear stained face looks up to Drake. A smirk forms on his face and a dimple appears, but it isn’t endearing at all.

“You don’t mean that, baby,” she says softly. I almost feel sorry for the girl… almost.

“I think I do! And I know exactly who will be the perfect mate for me.” He looks down to me. I push against him, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He just snarls and forces me between his kneeled legs as he grips my jaw with one hand and his other hand fists my hair, forcing me to look at Chelsea.

“Lex, I know how much you hate Chelsea.” He looks up to her then back down to me, I feel his lips touch my cheek. “Let this be my gift to you,” he whispers, in a tone so dark and evocatively that I know it’s his wolf speaking.

I tell him to stop, but he’s not listening.

“Chelsea, I no longer want you as my mate.” she runs towards him screaming out “No!” but it’s too late.

“I reject you!” He says, leaving her to fall to the floor crying out in pain as she clutches her chest.

Chelsea doesn’t last long before she starts screaming out her acceptance. Drake chuckles sadistically through the entire scene, savouring in the hurt he has caused. I already knew he’d lost his mind, but this behaviour is a complete mind-fuck; I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this one. There is no sign of the boy I knew, his wolf has completely taken over and now I’m left to deal with it alone.

I hold my breath watching Chelsea as she gets off the floor. She looks at me then back at Drake, her eyes widen a little as she’s finally released from the connection she had with him. My eyes hold hers using all the energy I have left to link to her. I’m weak and I can’t feel my wolf, but I know I can link to her if I try hard enough.

“Get me help, please. Find Jax, tell him everything. He won’t punish you, I’ll make sure he doesn’t. Just get help.” For a second I don’t know if she’s heard me because her stance doesn’t change.

“I’m so sorry for bringing you here, I don’t know what I was thinking,” she replies, her eyes locked with mine.

“Help get me out of here then. He will kill me.” My eyes turn to look up at Drake’s deadly ones, as he looks between the two of us.

Chelsea bolts for the door, I hear the tearing of clothes as she shifts into her wolf form and heads into the dark night.

Drake stares at me for a few moments with an odd expression on his face.

He tilts his head to the side and squeezes my jaw a little tighter until I yelp from the pain. “She’s gonna help you. Isn’t she?” He doesn’t wait for a response from me, he stands up abruptly and I stumble over. I reach for his leg but he’s too quick. He pulls the door open and runs out.

I get to my feet and start running after him screaming out.

“Run, Chelsea! He’s coming! Run!” I scream as loud as I can, making my throat feel raw. I’m yanked back by the hold on the chains, but they do allow me to make it to the open door. In the moonlight I’m able to see Chelsea running in her wolf form across the pasture toward the woods. Drake is close behind, also in his large wolf form.

I scream out when he tackles her to the ground. I can hear the growling and the sound of their jaws snapping at each other.

I yank and pull at the chain not caring that the metal is slicing into my skin.

“Faith, please I need you. Please, he’s going to kill her.” I continue to cry out calling on my wolf, but nothing happens.

“Faith, please… Faith! Where are you?” I call and call but I can’t feel my wolf at all.

All of a sudden I hear a loud howl and then… Nothing.

“No. God, no.” I fall to my knees sobbing in the doorway as I look out into the pasture.

When Drake’s bloody wolf appears out of the tall grass, I hurriedly limp back inside to my place behind the sofa. I try pulling at the chain again to get free, but it just won’t budge.

I grab the little lamp on the table holding it tight, glaring at the door, waiting for him to appear. My feet are pulled up to my chest and my hands tremble as I stare at the door. I hear his low growling outside and then the sound of his bones breaking into place, followed by heavy footsteps up the wooden stairs.

He walks inside, naked and covered in blood. I can’t help but cry louder as I hold the lamp in my shaky hand.

“Just you and me now, babe.” He smirks, slamming the door shut behind him.