Chapter 30
He saw red. The sides of his eyes smoked over with the hazy redness of his wolf, and he could almost hear its mournful howl. He could feel the bones in his jaw flex and try to shift, but just as fast as it came on, it dissipated just before Bea turned back to him with the rag.
How DARE Rebecca. How dare Visca! They will pay! He wanted to tear something. Rip apart the sheets. Shatter the windows. Howl until his throat bled. These were the feelings of his wolf, and they cut his breath short.
She must have assumed she’d hurt him with her ministrations because when he began breathing shallowly, she apologized, and that made things even worse.
He was so angry he couldn’t even talk. How could anyone call her ugly? His thoughts were chaotic. Some were his and some were his Wolf’s, and the combination was beyond confusing. Even through her scars, he saw how beautiful she was, and not just because her actions were beautiful. She was beautiful.
“I know you want me to leave the mess to the servants, but I just can’t leave it there. Rest and I’ll go take care of it and make more breakfast.” She grabbed the bowl from the side table and moved to clean up the shattered mess.
He couldn’t talk. He wanted so badly to tell her that she wasn’t beastly and to hear more about her childhood, but her brief story had brought out too many confusing emotions and seemed to drive his wolf insane.
He watched her as she worked, and her efforts and small noises slowly lulled him into a fitful slumber, fueled by his aggression and emotions.
And then he was on horseback riding along the plains of his father’s land. The sun was warm on his skin, and the most wonderful laughter trilled from behind him. When he turned, he saw Bea on her own horse, her beautiful mahogany hair trailing behind her.
He came to a stop by a familiar creek, and as she pulled up beside him, he reached up and drew her down to his side, embracing her in a kiss.
As he pulled back and looked down at her, something felt off about her face. She still had those gorgeous multi- colored brown eyes, and her cheeks were smooth. She had a little mole just above her lip on the left side, and he felt like he’d never seen it before. He couldn’t help but think that she’d be even more beautiful if something were different.
He kept seeing flashes of a horrendous scar that melted down one side of her face and ate away at the cute mole and slightly upturned nose.
And then she was kissing him again, and all thoughts left except the emotions of mirth. He pulled a blanket out of the pack on the horse and opened it to the grass before laying Bea down across it. Slowly, he unbuttoned her dress and worshiped her skin and twoydy
They made love for hours under the warm sun, with the sounds of the creek in the background. When they’d both found their release, he pulled her to him and held tight. They would be traveling to his father’s castle next week, and he was excited to show off his new bride.
He fell asleep with her next to him and contentment inside him. Until he woke up and David was stabbing Bea
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over and over again, and he was trapped in a body that couldn’t move, and he was forced to watch as the blood stained the blanket beneath him. When David was done, he turned to Dax and smiled before saying, “You’re next.”
Dax’s eyes flashed open to an empty room, with sweat pouring down his face.
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