Chapter 387: The Chase
I ran faster than I did before, I ran like prey being pursued by a dangerous beast ready to rip
apart, the adrenaline rush to my body was fueling all my attempts to escape, and yet sothing lay within , sothing I didn’t want to acknowledge... not at this mont.
A thrill.
It ran to my spine and settled deep in my stomach.
What happens when he catches ?
Kill you of course!
But at the back of my head, I choose not to believe it, because no matter how much I try I still want to believe Dace still has so bit of humanity and it wasn’t that far gone.
But you’re running right now knowing your life is in danger!
The voice in my head was just as caustic and it did not help in this situation.
I stopped trying to catch my breath as best as I could, my body shaking beyond control. Pull yourself together and keep going!
I thought I could do this... but I don’t think I can, I thought I could outrun the Dark Alpha but even I was delusional thinking so, I don’t have vampire speed, he’s just toying with , mocking , knowing he will catch
and yet he wants to savor the chase. I’m in deep shit and I don’t think I can co out from this not in one piece.
A growl ca and a shiver shot to my spine as I twirled, he’s here already or maybe he has been here and I’m just trying to catch my breath. He’s in his beast form and it did nothing to ease , if he were human now I’m such he would be smirking and enjoying this mont right until he rips
apart.
Who was I even kidding?
That he would just catch
and take
back? He would spare himself the liberty of properly starting a war by killing , it doesn’t matter how, either way or the other he gets what he wants and I just laid it out for him on a silver platter.
My life.
It ca again... the nightmare and reality, that night I died, when his canines sank into my skin with the intent of ripping my stomach open if the force of his collision hadn’t separated us, or if I hadn’t fallen over the mountain into the ocean I would have just laid there as he finished the job properly and even in death I would be tornted by the sight of him ripping
apart bit by bit.
I wanted to escape this nightmare, but it always seed to catch up to
each ti, was this my fate? To die by his hands once again? How cruel will this get? Until I lose my very sanity to the point of no return?
I got the answer to my question when he launched at
and I was plunged to the ground and knocked out of breath, I was frozen with my shaking body as I stared at the beast on top of .
I wait.
Painfully silent as my heart was on the verge of beating out of my chest and his deep growls sent shivers like the crawling of spiders up my spine.
I want to cry but I don’t.
I want to beg but I shut my mouth.
I want to scream bloody murder but I remain silent.
I want to use my powers but I can’t.
If I wasn’t dead already from my own sanity that was on the verge of splitting
apart, knowing I would have to live through another nightmare.
Getting killed by his hands.
I was once his sanity but now I’m just a pawn in a war.
I was once his world but now I’m the very creature he despises with every fiber of his being by nature.
And my fate was sealed the mont he sank his canines into my shoulders and hurled
back to Juneau.
Coming back to this town I left behind was my doom to begin with.
I closed my eyes awaiting whatever fate hoping it would be quick and swift to spare
any misery, I won’t go back to an endless nightmare like I did when I first died, I will die properly and this tornt will end.
I heard shifting sounds, the sounds of bones snapping back in place, and the claws holding my hands in place at both my sides were now replaced by an iron grip. But still, I didn’t dare open my eyes and I simply remained frozen.
Waiting.
Not until his hot breath prickled my neck and a warmth unlike anything I have ever felt ca over , I had known cold for five years and now warmth was given to
and it made my heart ache. It made
crave for sothing when I knew it was impossible.
"You’re not very good at lying, Countess" his deep desirable voice close to my ear and I opened my eyes and stared at the black skies, hoping it would take
away from this reality, this mont.
"Your earlier fall would get anyone in your condition worried"
Condition?
He pulled back until I t his dark golden eyes void of emotions, matching mine filled with confusion and fear.
"You’re not pregnant are you?"
Shit.
Shit.
SHIT!
A wicked smirk found his lips and it was irresistible and tornting at the sa ti, he closed the distance between us and I forgot to breathe. Our faces were inches apart and a screwed-up part of
wanted him to kiss
into oblivion, the urge to feel his lips on mine, the rough texture, and the hunger caused a pool between my legs.
Now is not the ti Emma!
Your life is hanging on a thin thread here!
"What else have you lied to
about, Emmaline?"
Oh dear lord!
"Are you really even Luther’s Countess? Or is your ring just a fucking formality?!"
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