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40. Ivan
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The Beta's Prize 41. Cherish
Ivan left me three hours ago for the showcase draw and he seems almost excited about it. I don’t understand anything about the past few days. He has stopped cuddling me to sleep in bed for one thing. He still promises to find me freedom but for the past few days he hasn’t wrapped his lovely warm arms around me and nuzzled into the base of my neck. I miss it. Halo constantly repeats Martha’s kind words every time I am stung by his new manner. /Ivan is preparing to lose you. He cares. He does./So why would he be so giddy about being picked in a death match? Especially seeing as all the signs point to Denton being his opponent. It’s what the crowd, the bookmakers and the Axelon gang want. The money spent on the two twelve-times winners would be unreal. Finally he knocks on the door, an annoyingly chirpy knock. Rat-a-tat-tat like he’s bringing me flowers and presents. I let him in cagily, peering through the crack in the door. "What happened, did you not get picked?” “I got Denton
The Beta's Prize 42. Cherish
After blowtorching my heart, Ivan put me down, his face flushed red with emotion as he slammed the bathroom door. I stood against the wall where he left me, the last traces of sparks swiftly dying away leaving me cold and lonely. It wasn’t meant to go this way. If he wants me to leave without giving him a second thought…well he is getting there now. All my frustration, anxiety and passion boiled over as I shouted at the bathroom door, “to hell with you then!” I took myself off to bed, hoping I would fall into a blissful sleep, maybe Halo take me somewhere more pleasant. Instead I tossed and turned relentlessly, Ivan did not even enter the bedroom. It was his turn to be the mouse within the towels. I would have tried to sneak a look had I not been furious with him. I could hardly imagine his huge frame sleeping in the miniscule bathroom. If his plan comes together we have maybe just over twenty-four hours together and he has declared I am a mere fling. I spent the night replay
The Beta's Prize 43. Ivan
Cherish has inevitably returned to her pile of towels on the floor. It is the night before the Showcase. I should be resting and yet I cannot help constantly peering over the side of the bed. Like scratching an itch I keep checking she is still there, even though she is rolled over facing away from me. It physically hurts seeing that blonde hair of hers spilling out over the floor. She should be in bed with me, safe and warm. /If you don’t make this right, you might never see or touch her again/ was the thought Kohl spun round and round. Unhelpful to say the least. If I did manage to bring this whole system to its knees, to even execute Vincent, Kingsley and the rest of his cronies for their crimes what would it be for if I never saw her again? Without thinking I thought out loud, my words cutting through the silence of the dark room “did you mean it, that you would have nowhere to go if you got out?” She immediately rolled over, she'd pretending been to be asleep. I couldn't hel
The Beta's Prize 44. Cherish
I must be a glutton for punishment asking to hear all about his mate, the woman who truly has his heart. It's not a topic he’s ever truly elaborated on but I know it’s why he is here. Right down to the way he is holding me, close and fast to his body, sitting on his lap feels like the most natural thing in the world. He wriggles backwards, so his back is against the wooden frame of the bed. With a tug he drags the blanket down from the bed, enclosing us both in a warm, snug little cocoon. “I can’t live in towels like you Mousey,” he smirked, kissing me on the top of my head. When he called me darling a few minutes ago my heart fluttered. Am I scared of admitting I have fallen irrevocably in love with someone I will never get a real chance to be with? Whichever one of us lives, the other's death is soon to follow. It hurts me to even think of Ivan fighting in the Cage again, his body has been through enough. “What do you want to know?” he whispered into the top of my head. “Why are
The Beta's Prize 45. Ivan
It’s possibly the worst way to prepare for a fight in history but I couldn’t care less. Up all night talking to her, holding her and then wrapped up in pleasuring her for hours of the morning. I am shattered, my back and arms are covered in scratches from Cherish losing herself in ecstasy. Any energy I did have she had completely wrung out of me, as she toyed with me and made me erupt countless times. All I can smell, and taste are her delicious berry notes. Deep red summer berries dance on my tongue from having tasted her sweet center. I might die today and yet my heart is almost light. My only regret is not being able to be fully intimate, to go to that next level of intimacy but that would require both of us surviving until tomorrow night, and the odds are not even worth looking at for that situation. /You never mentioned needing your beauty sleep before/ Kohl offered and I swear if wolves could smirk... I came around in the late afternoon, still in a tangle of white towels
The Beta's Prize 46. Cherish
I numbly stepped into the shower, reluctantly washing that enticingly fresh smell of apples from my skin. Perhaps if I stayed under the water and pretended I had heard nothing…no, there was no way to erase what I had just witnessed. Ivan to allow Denton to kill him in exchange for my freedom? The first deal was atrocious, this one was just sickeningly pointless. I heard the door creak as Ivan slowly stepped into the bathroom. He slid his shorts down and silently stepped into the large tiled shower space. He simply wrapped his arms around me, pulling my chest to his torso, his hands around my lower back. I followed, my arms naturally finding their place up on his huge shoulders, my hands tangling his coppery mane. The hot water rained down on both of our bodies as he softly stroked my spine up and down. “Cherish…I know you don’t want this but I would rather you had a chance at getting out of here. I’m dead anyway.” “Don’t say that,” I whispered, looking down as my tears mixed int
The Beta's Prize 47. Ivan
For the very final time, I wait in the holding cell. There are only two of us left as I am the second to last fight. The room stinks of men as I sit under a flickering strobe light examining my hand strapping for the thousandth time. The fighter after my match, Jackson is meditating away in the corner. Whatever helps I guess. Vincent knows that by suggesting a target to get to freedom it will spur fighters on. I imagine every rookie thinks they can do this ten or fifteen times if they had to. However Vincent, being the sick bastard he is, knows realistically, a shifter's body can only heal so much. Denton and I were probably fifty percent less powerful when we first arrived. My battle with Xavier sapped a lot of my inner strength, the whipping took Dentons. Now we are more vulnerable, fuelled not by muscle but primal emotions. Mine is the desperation to get back to Cherish, whereas Denton, all flaring black eyes and wild back beard, is angry. Sheer hatred for killing his only fri
The Beta's Prize 48. Ivan
My victory was all but assured as Denton lay on the floor, his hands trying to cover the gaping, bleeding wounds of his smashed ribcage I looked once more towards the box where Vincent and Kingsley sat. Kingsley had a victorious little smirk on his face, as though he was already planning his tortures for Cherish. Instead I ran to the ladder where hundreds of men were gathered waiting to congratulate me on my win. Instead of climbing I used every last bit of strength and wrenched it from the wall. Aware of the thousands of eyes on me, I was relieved when it came away with a large metal plate attached. The crowd gasped and muttered. Was I planning to decapitate Denton, put his head on a spike like a barbarian? Or maybe something even grislier? “He hated him, he’s going to make him suffer, go on Ivan!” they shouted, loving the idea of an even gorier death than they had seen before. They watched as I ripped the backing plate from the ladders struts, giving me a long piece of metal. More
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