#Chapter 81 Houseguest

Helen POV

Russo is patting his wound dry on his arm, a mark from being handled so roughly by Alpha Justin when he arrived. He shouldn’t have come here, he knew that, but he is a meek guest in our rather disheveled kitchen, lapping water of his bleeding arm.

“What happened in here, anyways?” The Fae asked, spying the broken table and chairs, not to mention a little bit of blood on the tile. “Looks like there was one hell of a fight.”

“There was,” Justin groaned, readjusting me on his lap. There was only one chair left after the battle that occurred in here and we’d decided to share it while Russo tended to his arm. “It’s been a rough couple of weeks since you betrayed us.”

Russo froze, looking out the kitchen window in hesitant silence.

“Justin, please,” I whispered, not wanting to bring this entire argument back up to the surface again. “Try to be somewhat merciful.”

“Pardon me,” Justin purred, looking through Russo. “My mate is a little more forgiving than I am. Especially lately, si