Chapter 75: The Golden Beast
I took one last look around before Robert pounced on again. I closed my eyes in resignation.
The rumble of thunder and the sound of heavy rain blocked everything out. It was pitch black. No one would co to save .
Even if Michael had co after , it would have been over by then. Robert would have taken to a place I didn’t even know existed.
Michael would have had a difficult ti finding . I would be marked and locked up in an unknown corner by Robert, and, as he said, I would live a life worse than death.
Who was to bla for all this?
It was all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on going away, Robert would never have had the chance to hurt or try to mark . Michael would have protected , and Mia would have been happier instead of being dragged down by like this.
Wise n say people don’t walk down the sa river.
But why was I so stupid? Always falling for the sa person, always getting hurt by the sa person.
If it was the first ti, one could explain it as puppy love, young and na?ve. That the scum of the man cheated
But this ti? This was completely self-inflicted. I had Michael taking good care of as a mate, but I still recklessly ran away, allowing Robert to take advantage of .
Unfortunately, everything led to this.
If I could have crossed the line earlier and accepted Michael earlier, allowing him to mark , Robert’s terrible behavior today would not have caused any real harm because a werewolf could not accept two marks.
If only I had been more tolerant, patient, and communicative with Michael. If only I were a little less capricious, ludicrous and proud, and a little more receptive to Michael, who cared despite feeling like he was controlling .
I might still be comfortably sitting in Michael’s house, enjoying the services of a butler, rather than lying in a puddle of muddy water, waiting to be violated by soone I loathed.
If I had been more cautious, more thoughtful, and left myself a way out. Instead of getting so excited about the possibility that Michael was coming and asking Alex to go, Robert wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted with .
Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
At the last mont, Michael’s face appeared in my mind, and I sincerely apologized in my heart.
‘Michael, I’m sorry I failed you.’
But the expected pain and humiliation did not co.
I felt a regal presence, and a sharp gust of wind ca from a distance.
In an instant, Robert, weighing heavily on , was lifted, and my limbs were free. I heard the roar of a beast and the sound of its body colliding with mine.
I quickly opened my eyes, and what greeted my eyes was a golden beast.
He was a behemoth and covered with golden fur. Even the rain seed afraid of His Majesty, so his fur was not wet at all.
Even in the dark forest, one could see his fur faintly glowing with golden light. Even his eyes were golden. It was like the sun or flowing golden lava.
His body was over three ters long and an absolute monster. His sharp claws were currently resting on Robert, tearing off a bloody piece of flesh from Robert’s body.
“Ah! Ah! Ahhh!”
Robert’s shrill scream almost pierced through the layers of gray cumulus clouds in the sky above the forest. Hearing it made my scalp numb, and my hair stood on end.
But the beast was unmoved. Instead, it tore off another piece of flesh from Robert’s shoulder blade as if tearing a fragile piece of paper. Robert’s screams were incessant. I looked at everything unfolding before in shock.
The beast’s aura was terrifying, but I felt an unexpected familiarity.
Who was he, and why had he appeared and saved at such a critical ti? What deep hatred did he have for Robert that he would torture Robert to vent his hatred?
One should know that our pack considered Robert an excellent warrior. Faced with such a situation, he wasn’t at his rcy. He had no intention of resisting his opponent. However, the disparity in their strength was too great. This was a one-sided beating.
Soon, I saw the golden beast slap Robert’s chin, making him unable to make any sound. Robert’s face was twisted strangely. His half-open mouth was crooked, and one could only tell from his expression that he was in extre pain. He couldn’t even utter a single syllable.
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