Justin’s POV The fight is my favorite part. The adrenaline, the shift, even the possible injuries. My lycan responded well to pain; too well to it at times, but I had to flicker away from the roughness he had come to enjoy with our mate these last few days. Her scent still marked me, even in this broad, muscular stance. The Game Master had called out his countdown to begin but there was hardly a waiting period. Everything moved so quick, without warning, that the shredding of skin and fur had started long before the fight was intended to. I undercut my opponent’s underbelly, latching my claws into his side and dragging it down before he managed a swipe in my general direction. It hardly hit at all, marking my wrist without a clear definition of a wound being made. My head was in a frenzy, my blood burning throughout every pulsing vein as I struck forward, sinking my teeth deep into his back before lifting to create an identical mark. He would enjoy the sight of these scars late
Helen’s POV I tilted my head back to give him access to my ear, the plane of my neck, anything he could reach through the small holes in the cell to get to me. His hand had been working overtime on my clit and the nether regions below it, drenching my bare ass against the cold floor where I let him have access through my hiked skirt. I moaned his name, his pressure going deeper while the cut on my forehead had lost its initial sting. It was begging to heal, shrinking with every pluck of his fingers, every brush of my sensitive button, and the pure hormonal desire his lycan was exuding in this small space. It would choke me eventually but I didn’t care. For all I knew, I was as good as dead, anyways. “Your mark has cleared,” he panted, his hot breath even hotter than before. “I should rip through this cage and chains and locks so I can have you properly.” “They will only find another way to retain me for murder,” I growl. His fingers drug up my inner thigh, leaving a wet tra
Helen POV “No,” I begged, clinging to the cell bars, my hands fighting the extra chains. This cell only seemed worse now, not because Justin was trying to break me out, but because he would break Scott’s neck. “Justin! Justin, no!” The Lycan was taller than the hallway ceiling, standing over Scott’s wolf as he had shifted in self-defense. It wouldn’t be a fair fight, it never will be, so seeing Scott even attempt to face the Lycan in his wolfen form only accelerated Justin’s recklessness. They collided but even on his hind legs, Scott didn’t hold a candle to Justin. “Guards!” I screamed, trying to find any buffer to put between these guys. “Justin, please!” Scott deserved his wounds, but seeing so many of them, so quickly, I couldn’t fathom how long it would take before my first mate would have his neck broken by my second. But conflict of any kind made me uneasy. This fight up close, so cruel and bloody, it made me sick. I would have nightmares for sure. Guards finally f
Helen POV Justin had knelt down beside me in our holding cell, hearing the jeers of the court from the slits in the vent overhead. They hated us, wanted to make us suffer, all while Alpha King Juden hardly could be bothered by the fact that his son was being persecuted as a monster. “How are you so calm?” Justin stared up at the vent, his hearing good enough without the advantage, though it certainly helped me tune into the riot upstairs. “I have little belief that there will be a bad outcome, my mate.” “They hated me before I exposed myself as having a pure coat.” I looked at the grimy floor speckled with my blood, my arm still wounded and healing slow; too slow for my comfort. “Now they’re speculating over what it means.” “Well, let them do our work for us,” Justin muttered. “Maybe they are all just as smart as they pretend to be.” “This is not the time for bantering with the court, they think I’ve killed someone.” “They think a lot of things, Helen. It doesn’t mean my
Helen POV “The Last Lycan and his Snow White mate are banished from societal privileges.” The words stung like a million pinpricks into my spine. I flinched, the guards wasting little time to drag me from the pit of the court. Justin had stood but stayed planted, his glare smothering the Alpha King as his father sat down in his thrown above. He was considering his Lycan, wondering how much effort it would take to end this ordeal in more bloodshed, but I couldn’t allow Justin to take any more hate for his actions since we became mates. “Please, Justin,” I called. His body jerked sideways as he looked after me, fighting the guard’s as they tried to stroll me away. Justin was practically begging to shift, but considering this punishment, I was more relieved than I was angry. There was no changing their minds on what happened to Donna. They made their case far before I was even allowed into the court. They would have never listened to our claims, to any proof we could have scou
Helen POV “I guess there are exceptions, though.” He undid the string of his pants, letting them fall to the floor but not without brushing his brooding erection that had formed already. He stood at the bedside, slapping my wrist until I pulled my fingers away in disappointment, his lips curving over the fingers that had been drenched in my juices. He took in the taste as always, regardless of the guard still looming in the doorway. When he plucked my fingers out of his mouth, satisfied with the taste, he leaned forward, his hand curling against the slit of my sex while he planted a gentle, lingering kiss near my ear. “I was waiting for you to break at your desires for me,” he panted, gasping when I had found his cock in my grasp. I stroked it wildly but his eyes went dark. “No!” He was straddling my waist now, pinning both of my hands over my head as he teased my sex through my shorts with his throbbing erection. “You’re a criminal, remember?” he said with a sly wink. “C
Helen POV We ran through the village in the dead of night. The moon was a fingernail of a sliver, thrown into the stars above without a care of our actions. I had to cover my lingering heat in the heavy perfumes littered in the bathroom closet, my scent terrible now and even more of a headache for Justin, his powers more acutely tuned than most and overwhelmed by the smells stuck to his mate’s body. He held my hand and pressed me close to his body all the same, dodging through the estate until we could rush back to the court. “In here,” he rattled, opening a back room full of file boxes and mounds of manila envelopes sealed as evidence to crimes that happened ages ago. He shut the door behind me, pointing to a desk on the far wall. “That box there.” It read in clear, bold font, Lycan Mate Case. I turned my nose up at the causal way they seemed to label my status. I was his mate, sure, but I had a name and my fur was finally acceptable in their minds. Yet still, the only way
Helen POV None of it was in the effort for truth. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came from it. Part of me felt small under the Alpha King’s gaze. He wasn’t caring on if I had murdered Donna or not. He had to make me a villain, just as he had built up Justin’s reputation of being The Devil. “You don’t actually care,” I snarled, my voice in a whisper but he could hear it all the same. “You just want to make me the villain, blame me for Justin’s anger. It has nothing to do with Donna.” The Alpha King shrugs, unbothered. Justin mimics that mood as well, his eyes drifting around the file on the desk, his frustration withered away with the nonchalant air he carriers. He is used to this, he even warned me of it, but that doesn’t mean I have to accept it. “I am not a killer,” I growl, my body taut. “It’s not my fault Donna died and we came here to show you proof about that. You obviously don’t care.” I rip the file from Justin and throw it across the desk. Juden lets the fi