7. You're Fucking Killing Me

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Chapter 7—You're Fucking Killing Me

Hycinth

I didn't understand him. Not one bit. One minute, he seemed calm and the next minute he was ready to emasculate Luca! I shivered at the memory—the devastating and cruel look in his eyes that told me he would actually do it. But then, he turns around and tells me he hated to see me on my knees? And never wanted to see the strength he loved inside of me diminish?

How was I supposed to take that, let alone respond to it?

I shook my head. I had no answers, but the thing I did know unequivocally was he'd murdered my family, in cold blood. He'd taken the two most precious people to me and ripped them out of my life. He was insane to think I'd ever want to be with him, bond or no bond, it didn't matter. But if he wanted to negotiate, I'd negotiate. I said stiffly, "I want you to let me go."

All softness disappeared from his expression, but he didn't argue the point. He simply stepped away. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the stairs. Ever nudged me from behind, motioning for me to follow the Alpha who'd turned his back on me. I stayed where I was planted, my attention focused on Lucky. His eyes were closed, his breaths heavy, but he wasn't asleep.

Ever murmured, "He'll be in a much better position to chat later after his needs have been addressed."

Still, I didn't move. So much for negotiating. Ever leaned down and spoke quietly in my ear, "Your brother will be taking care of. Please trust me on this."

I was surprised at the sincerity in his voice—and lack of the usual sneer he liked to favor me with. I walked forward woodenly with stiff legs. I could no longer see Leander, but it didn't matter. I could easily follow his scent. I breathed in deeply, drawing the scents through my sensitive nose and sampling them on my tongue—musk and Hickory with an undertone of sweetness, vanilla. It drew me forward like a beacon. My body loved it. The bond loved it. My mind hated it.

My Wolf licked her jowls and growled out her pleasure. Want to taste him.

Yeah, there would be no tasting, I snapped back.

That sure as hell wasn't happening. I tried breathing through my mouth, yes, it was easier that way. She pouted.

We made our way through the large house. I catalogued each of the rooms, making a map in my mind, identifying the exits. There had to be a way out, some flaw in security that I could leverage. A few hallways and doors later, we entered into a large gourmet kitchen. It was beautiful. The large open floor plan included not only kitchen space but also a comfortable seating area adjoined to it, with couches, chairs and a large fireplace. The dark richly stained mantle was so big it was almost as tall as the ceiling. On both sides were matching cabinets, recessed into the wall.

My attention returned to the kitchen, my belly growling its need for food when a delicious smell wafted through my nose. Apple—something. Cinnamon and cloves.

A plump shewolf was currently bent over, her ample bum in the air, while she extracted something from the oven. She mumbled something to herself I couldn't quite catch that sounded like 'just perfect'. If the incredible aromatic smell was any indication, her assessment of perfection was right on the money. Gathering it up using hot oven mits, she closed the oven door with her foot and turned around to face us.

"Ah...there you are, young one." Her chestnut colored eyes danced with humor and kindness as she placed the hot dessert on a bronze trivet to cool. I immediately liked her. She pulled the oven mitts from her hands and smoothed a stray tendril of her almost white hair out of her face so she could peer at me closer. After a moment of inspection, she nodded to herself. I wondered what she was looking for. Whatever it was, her nod seemed to indicate she found it. Her lips curled up, the smile meeting her eyes, reflecting the little creases consistent with her age.

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