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Damon’s pov
The door clicked shut behind me, muffling the frantic voices of those trying to help keep Pickett alive. I could still hear her,
the rasp of her breathing in my ears, was haunting me.
My hands were still stained with her blood and somehow I couldn’t rub the feel of her
cold skin under my
palms.
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My wolf roamed in my head restlessly, snapping and snarling at my decision to leave her in there. He raged at me for walking
out. For turning our back on her when she reached out for us.
“She’s a murderer, “I snarl under my breath, fighting the inward battle. I needed to remind myself that despite the bond
between Pickett and me, I could not care about someone who did what she did.
“She killed Giovanni. She killed our blood. Our family.”
The words echoed in the hall, but they felt void because the moment her voice cracked ‘stay‘, I almost did.
Almost.
I hated her. Goddess I hated her.
even take in. My chest ached
I brace a hand against the wall and dragged in a breath I felt like I somehow i struggled to painfully, the bond twisting like a rope that was trying to lure me back into the room where sh
she lay.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor and I lift my head to see Lester in his human form walking and in his hand is a shirt and pants I knew he brought for me.
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over. He was fully dressed
“You look like shit,” he grumble when he reaches me and flings the clothes my way. I caught them with
He glanced at the room, his brows lined into a frown. “Alive?”
one hand.
I shrugged and started putting on the clothes. “I’m still hearing her heartbeat so she’s alive,” I ground out.” Barely. But she’s hanging on.”
His jaw tightened and he nods, leaning against the opposite wall. “Think if she survives she’ll talk?”
I let out a dark bitter laugh as I buttoned up the pants. “Oh she will talk. I will make sure of it. And when she does I will
decide if she deserves breath in her lungs.”
Lester shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “You’re angry right now but we both know you’re not a killer nor will you ever go against Raiden.
I glare at him, seething. “She murdered my own blood! Did you not hear what she said to me when I said mate? She despises my kind. She despises us!”
Lester stays silent, paying attention to every word that left my mouth attentively. He was about to utter something but the door suddenly opened and one of the trainee doctors popped her head out, her face flushed and tired.
I push off the wall, my eyes searching hers, waiting for her to give us updates on Pickett. “Well?” I asked harsher than I
intended
We managed to stabilize her,” she utters, looking down as if scared to stare at me. “But she’s not like us. We can heal quickly because of our genes. She may be a witch but she’s still human.”
But she’s alive right?” I asked, my heart thrumming.
She nods. “For now, yes. We have to still do more.
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My shoulders sagged though I quickly masked it with a humph through my mouth and crossing my arms, trying to seem indifferent.
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Relief wasn’t something I was supposed to feel. Not for her. But still, that tight rope of that bond loosened around my neck knowing she hadn’t died.
Lester mutters under his breath. “Good. At least we can wait for her to wake up and start talking.”
I clenched my jaw and looked past the trainee doctor to catch a glimpse of Pickett on the bed, her frail body having wires and
tubes stuck to her, keeping her alive by threads.
My wolf growled in my head, torn between wanting to lunge to her to be by her side and ripping out everything that bound
her to us.
“Keep her alive,” I said in a clipped tone, tearing my eyes away from her fragile body. “It’s the alpha’s command.”
The trainee nods and re–enters the room. The door shuts behind her softly and Lester snorts. “I can literally sense the bond
messing you up man. Sure you don’t want to go outside and take a breather?”
I whipped my head towards him, my hands dropping to my sides as I fist them angrily. “The bond means nothing,” I stated coldly and stared him dead in the eye even though part of me knew I had just lied to one of my best friends.
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Lester remains quiet but nods, thankfully he drops the subject. However after a few minutes he suddenly says. “I don’t think she did it on her own. What kind of motive would she have to go after Giovanni? And then that arrow, it was like to silence her from saying something she was not supposed to.”
I folded my arms, back pressed to the wall as my thoughts run. Lester was right, who would want to kill Pickett?
As my thoughts run wild, it then clicks. “Dayna,” I moved off the wall. “There’s only
who’s obsessed with both
Pickett and Amelia. She uses Pickett to get to Amelia. I have no doubts somehow this bitch is involved.”
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Lester nods. “It honestly could be. She’s been obsessed with Amelia since the moment she got here. I wouldn’t put it past her.
You know how possessively she got about Raiden.”
I shook my head. “Even though someone else is clearly involved here, Pickett killed Giovanni on her
and she’ll go down with the rest of them too.”
“Even if she’s your mate?” Lester questions cautiously.
O She’s a part of it
I let out a harsh breath glaring at him for reminding me I am tied to the girl who murdered my flesh and blood. “Even
my mate.”
She needed to be alive, Not because she deserved it but because death would be mercy for her. And I
that.
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