Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Charlotte

My legs are burning, but Lucian refuses to let me go. It has been the same for a week. He continues to push me until I spew vomit all over the gym floor. Each time he curses loudly, making me look foolish.

My training sessions have begun to gain a lot of attention, and now there is an audience to watch me puke. They are beginning to take bets on how long I will last each day. I would be annoyed if I could actually find a breath to do so. I collapse onto the floor, and Lucian stands over me, looking like the evil dictator he is.

“Get up.”

Dramatically, I throw my arm over my face. “Just throw me in the dungeons.”

“Get up,” he repeats himself.

I look out from under my arm. “No.”

Grabbing my foot, he drags me to the center of the gym. My skin sticks to the floor painfully, but I don’t have the strength to fight against it. My foot falls heavily to the ground, and Lucian stands over me again.

“We haven’t sparred yet.”

I roll to my side and look at the crowd. Concern is etched on their faces, but I don’t know if it is for me or their precious gym floor.

Lucian nudges me with his foot. “Get up.”

Anger courses through my veins. “Fuck off, Alpha.”

A few of the Southpaw Pack members chuckle, but the others hiss through their teeth. Insulting an Alpha is punishable by death, but I would welcome the icy grasp of the afterlife. Anything would be better than this.

As expected, Lucian isn’t pleased with my attitude. A growl slips from his lips, and I see black hair sprouting on his arms. I have finally pushed him to the edge, and he’s going to kill me.

‘Get up, Tala urges me.

I scoff. ‘Absolutely not. Death is better than this.’

‘You look weak,’ she snarls in my mind.

‘I am weak,‘ I shout back at her.

Tala continues to growl, trying to force me to my feet, but I don’t budge.

While I argue with my wolf about the advantages of an early death, a loud gasp draws my attention. A claw runs down the length of my arm, drawing blood to the surface.

Instinctively, I yank my arm away. I realize my mistake too late. Lucian’s claw catches in the crook of my arm and rips the skin from the muscle.

A scream builds in my throat, but shock prevents me from making a sound. Lucian looks down at my degloved arm, and I think he might vomit on me.

“She said she was done,” Jake rushes to my side.

He pulls off his shirt to stem the bleeding, but there is so much that he doesn’t know where to start. Just like Lucian, he looks pale.

”

“Don’t throw up on me,” I croak.

Dots fill my vision. I don’t know if it is the loss of blood or the shock, but my brain is finding it difficult to stay awake. My eyelids flutter open and shut, and everyone’s voices seem too far away.

“A knight is meant to protect…”

“I never asked to be this…”

“… it is a Goddess damned privilege.”

“I will do it…”

“This task wasn’t given to…”

My mind tries to distinguish between the voices, but my body is growing cold, and so is my mind.

I suck in a ragged breath, and the pain subsides in my arm. The scent of raspberries fills the air, and my mouth waters hungrily.

“Don’t move,” a voice whispers through the dark. “We can meet when you wake.”

The voice is soothing, and I find it easy to comply. I draw in another breath, only this time it feels like it is full of water. It floods my lungs, burning every cell of my body. I gasp for air, but none is given to me.

My hands try to claw at my throat, but they are bound by my sides. Fear takes over, and a scream rips from my lips. Suddenly, a flash of light shines behind my eyes. The water is gone, and I whimper as air fills my lungs. Carefully, I open one eye at a time. The world slowly comes into focus, and I see a pair of blue eyes,

inches from

my face.

“Thank the gods,” Jake leans back. “I thought you were dead.”

I try to raise my arms, but they are still pinned to my sides. My head sways from side to side as I try to look up. A thick bandage is covering my arm, but I don’t feel any pain. I wiggle my fingers, but they are too swollen to move.

“What happened?”

Jake scratches the back of his neck. “We had to call in a healer.”

My forehead wrinkles in confusion. “Like a witch?”

“We don’t call them that,” Lucian’s voice comes from the other side of the room.

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