I have never gazed into such soulless eyes before. There was no flicker of emotion, just dead eyes staring back at , like a bottomless abyss you could never see the end of. And it would be the last thing I see.
I’d be a fool if I didn’t feel his killing intent spiking toward . In this mont, I didn’t see a seven-foot man holding like you’d do clothing, but a predator ready to devour his prey.
He leaned toward , slow and lethal, eyeing like I was the most unusual thing, before he brought his lips to my ear. "You’re not fighting," he said deeply, delight laced in his tone like a curse.
Pure dread slipped into my skin like ice. His voice was just as lifeless as his eyes.
No Lycan I’ve t has ever infused this much fear into . Not even the ones that attacked with their true appearance.
"You’re making this boring," he said with a sudden frown.
He released , my body colliding with the hard pavent. If it weren’t for my clothes, the flood would’ve scraped so badly.
Move, Eloise, move!
My mind scread desperately at , and like a puppet under a string, I thrust my hand on the cold floor, forcing my body to move, but all I managed was a crawl.
The dread had induced my body to be numb. This wasn’t like that day when the Lycans attacked...this was sothing else, sothing I couldn’t explain, deeper to be labeled dread.
I froze when my gaze found shoes in front of , and I raised my head to see him crouching.
I gulped audibly.
"Tell , what’s a human doing so far from their holes?" he asked. "The least you can do is tell so that I can have sothing to rember you by. You seem like an interesting person to know personally."
He ranted on, and my nerves only spiked. Who says terrifying words as if he spoke about the weather?
He’s going to kill . And that is not a thought, it was a fact that scread right in my face.
"We should make this less boring, too."
Less boring? Was my terror-stricken body so sort of amusing ga?
"Scream," he implored, and his eyes begged too.
No!
"Loud..." His hand reached for .
As his palm got closer, it shadowed my entire face. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. I can’t move, I can’t move!
I squeezed my eyes shut.
However, whatever I waited for didn’t co, and when I found the courage to open my eyes, he was staring not at but sothing else.
He stretched his hand for my hairpin, and with a tug, my hair fell like a blanket, spraying to the floor.
"Why are you wearing this? Only the won of the Balthar wear this." And then he took one long look at and concluded.
"You’re the human my brother’s fucking. The bride." He snatched my chin. "Of course, that makes sense now."
He’s Damon Balthar! Oh no... of all the Lycans I have to encounter, it was him.
"Let go," I found my voice.
"Hmm.." he mumbled, tilting my head like he was studying , completely ignoring my words. "My brother’s taste in won baffles . I wonder how he can fuck a thing like you, or are you good at sucking his cock?"
I yanked my chin away from his hold. "Lay a finger on and you’re going to regret it."
Not my best choice of words, but he knew my identity, so he would be foolish to do so.
"I already did," he said, amused. "But my brother is out of the castle now."
I fixed him with a glare, my fist clenched hard against the pavent.
"I wonder what my brother sees in you. I have always understood him, even in the years we were apart. Always. But this is one thing I don’t get."
The pressure in the air tightened, and my body went more numb than it was before, a squeezing sensation coming to my chest. This feeling was all too familiar.
The Alpha command.
Damon kissed before I could think of anything else, forcing his tongue into my mouth in a mix of insanity. A feeling churned my stomach, as disgust doused like a burning fire.
I cramd my eyes shut and did the only thing I could. I bit him, hard, even though it felt like my teeth would fall off, but I kept going, determined to get his disgusting mouth off .
Then, it worked.
Damon pulled away, and his command dispelled.
I turned away and spat the blood from my mouth, bringing my glare back to him. I froze when I saw the look in his eyes; there was a twinkle in them so dim that it caused a terrifying chill to swamp my insides.
Damon reached for his lips, feeling the blood there before licking it with his tongue.
I forced my body to move then, pushing up with all my might until I found my footing. I wasted no ti as I hurried away, even though my body felt like giving up on .
When I made a turn, I bumped into soone, lifting my gaze. I found Sloane staring at with startled eyes as she took in my dismantled appearance.
I breezed past her in a hurry to get away.
I had no idea how I made it to my wing in one piece. I had wiped the blood off with my handkerchief, and straightened my hair with my hand, the only thing that gave away was the sweat beading my face like I had run a mile.
I found Osha at the door, and thankfully, Lucan wasn’t present. When Osha saw , her eyes lit up and a bright smile curled on her lips, but that soon faded away when she caught heaving for breath.
"Your Grace?"
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