Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

“You still needed a vessel,” she was grasping at straws even as her eyes shid to me

I slowly shook my head. “There’s too much bad blood between your wolf and me Even if she was obeying your orders, I could never accept her. No, Eliza, the maid you hurt was the beneficiary of your precious wolf. See, you beat her and weakened her so severely that the shift she did that day to saT herself, killed her wolf. Her wolf sacrificed itself to save its human counterpart They hadn’t had enough time to heal and recover from her injuries. It seemed fitting she take your wolf, don’t you think?” said quietly, the smile fading from my face.

It had been so long since I’d seen Eliza, and to see her again, if only for a brief period of time had been overwhelming. I had been so relieved she’d made it out, that she’d escaped the hellhole of a pack that hadn’t even considered what I had endured for it to happen.

MaryAnne’s in shock, swaying on the table. “But the ritual, it leaves a mark on you,” she said in despar and glanced down at herself, “there’s nothing there.”

There’s the faintest look of hope on her face. Hope that I was about to quash

“Oh, I had them put it on your back, like a tramp stamp,’ I shrugged at her, grinning wickedly as the last bit of hope inside of her is extinguished.

She whimpers. “I’ll die without my wolf.”

The door slowly swings open, and a shadowy figure appears in the doorway It’s impossible to make out his features, but he’s tall, and his muscles are huge His legs and arms are like tree trunks. He’s mature aged with salt and pepper hair but surprisingly still handsome No wonder women were stupid enough to fall for him before they discovered his true nature, and it was too late His reputation was starting to precede him, however, and he was having difficulty getting his hands on his wife. Hence, the reason he’d been so eager to pay an expensive bride price for me. After all, anomalies could also still give birth to normal shifters.

“Who is that?” her voice quivers.

I suspect she knows from the panicked expression on her face. Her instincts must be screaming at her by now, or perhaps she recognizes his scent. I chuckle, amused, and then speak, no longer delaying the inevitable.

“Somebody you’re familiar with. You see,” my voice is hushed as I motioned the man forward, “we gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”