Chapter 97

Helen POV

I was dropped off in my cell, wrapped in a towel and soaking wet from my bath. I still had soap on my skin and the freezing cold basement of the pack house wasn’t helping me calm down.

I panted my cries, screaming for my mate, hearing the scuffle continue on upstairs with Randy and Justin. It took all I had just to try and stand up, to look through the little wardrobe of clothes Randy put together in my cell.

I slipped on some silk sets of pajamas and fell into the soft bed with heavy blankets. My skin is tainted all over in marks and I know I don’t even look like myself.

But Justin knows me. He should know I would never hurt him.

The fight upstairs grew louder and I ducked under the blanket when heavy, pounding steps came down into the barracks. The cell door unlocked at once and hands grabbed at my wrists.

I gasped into a scream, only to see Russo standing over me, not Justin.

“I know, little wolf,” he groaned, handing me a bunch of snacks and foil covered foods that he hid under the blanket where I laid. He tossed in a few water bottles and brushed my cheek with a sad smile. “I won’t be able to help you much, but I’ll keep trying.”

I blinked back wet, furious tears. “I didn’t do anything, Russo. You have to trust me in that first… do you trust me? Do you believe I wouldn’t hurt my own mate?”

He hurried out of me cell and slammed the door shut, lingering behind the bars for a moment. “It’s not about what I believe, Helen. It’s about what we all witnessed that day.”

My mouth was left agape at the way he claimed not to believe me at all. I gave up, watching him leave before flicking on the little lamp beside my new bed. Randy really made this cell nice for me.

He was treating me better than my own mate who acted like I was a murderer and villain to our pack.

I picked through the food Russo gave me, filling my stomach up on the first few bites of a sandwich he made for me. Sipping on the water bottles, I fell sideways into the pillows and wanted to sleep forever until this problem would be solved.

I can’t solve this issue anymore.

I wanted I to just work itself out so I could return to my bed upstairs, beside my mate.

Justin’s Lycan had ripped his way downstairs, jumping down the stairway in a single, dangerous leap. I pushed further back in bed, hiding the food under my mattress while I feared he would take it from me.

His Lycan had the reigns already, his eyes glowering dark and darting through me.

Randy skipped down the steps and came to his Alpha’s side, giving me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Luna, I tried to calm him down… I don’t know what he’s going to do.”

I waved Randy back, sitting up quick while Justin’s Lycan fought to claw through the cell bars. He isn’t in a state of reasoning, but I know one way to calm him down and get him to shift back.

Crawling over to the cell bars, I reached through and managed to grab at the hem of his torn pants. He snarled, batting away my hand but not enough to hurt me.

Reluctantly, I tried again, seeing his bulge beg to be cut free. Randy turned on his heels, offering me a sympathetic look of pity, leaving my mate and I alone again.

Justin’s erection had grown fully with me on my knees, even behind the set of bars, and when I took him in my mouth, it only set him off further. I rung my lips around his shift and pushed my mouth to the bars while I drew him in and out.

His skin paled and his hand reached through the bars, a fist coming into my clean, wet scalp. I shivered, freezing cold, but continued pleasing my mate in an effort to calm him down to a reasonable state.

He thrusted his hips forward, using my head to service him perfectly, and the damp smell of arousal between my legs grew more and more firm. I reached down between my thighs to relieve the tension.

Justin growled when he caught sight of me doing so. “What are you doing?”

I hiccupped, unable to reply while his hand in my hair pushed my lips to the base of his erection, filling my throat with his length.

“Don’t pleasure yourself,” he growled through his Alpha tone. “Don’t fucking touch yourself. You don’t deserve to come.”

I whimpered but pulled my hand away, knowing I couldn’t disobey an order from my Alpha mate when he uses that tone.

I blew him hard, trying to make this session quick, but I could tell in my mate’s anger that he wouldn’t let this go so easily. He grabbed my hair with both hands, thrusting through the cell bars and pumping into my lips without relent.

I blinked back some dizzy spots, overwhelmed with my tire over the last few weeks of being under my father’s horrible rule. I pulled back at last, exhausted and panting on the floor.

Justin ripped the cage open and let himself inside, grabbing a set of chains and hooking the cuffs tightly around my wrists. He picked me up and pressed me into his chest, bending me over the side of my little bed frame.

His claws came back just long enough to rip my shorts down over my ass.

He spanked me once, burning hot.

Then a second time, harder than the first.

No matter how hard he spanked the curve of my ass, it only made my sex wetter and wetter. He’s still my mate and I still ache to be fucked by him.

It’s nearly impossible to withstand such a desire. He pulled back, whipping my ass with his palm for a third, final blow and I cried out for mercy. He only growled when I whimpered.

“You betrayed me, mate,” he snarled. “How could you ever do this to me? I loved you, dammit! I loved you and you stabbed me! YOU BETRAYED ME!”

His hand came down fiercely hard against my sex and I jumped from the pain and pleasure it caused. I rattled throughout every bone in my body. I winced and shivered in ache and shock.

“I didn’t,” I whimpered, sobbing. “I never, ever meant for this to happen. I swear, Justin, I never hurt you! It wasn’t my fault, please, I love you!”

“Then do what’s right,” Justin snarled. “Be obedient.”

He had already knelt behind me but now I could feel his cock brimming to flinch into my soaking wet, expectant folds. I inhaled sharp as he entered my sex, thrusting inside of me with a hard, final push.

Biting my lip, I held back from exuding my anger, allowing him to take out his frustrations in his savage, ruthless thrusts against my thighs and ass.

He needed a release and I couldn’t deny him of that.

Maybe when he finished, he would be kinder to me.

Maybe he would hear me out but maybe he wouldn’t.

I arched my back and came from his sheer size and strength and movements.

Come dripped down my thigh and he tipped his nose into the air, smelling my heat as it filled the room with his brutal movements. I gasped and cried and begged… I’m not sure why I begged, but I begged all the same.

Justin came with a hard, aching push.

He fell backwards, out of breath and heaving every single inhale like it ached him. I fell on the floor nearby, just as exhausted, my body a vessel to have my anger taken out on lately.

I’ve missed being fucked by my mate though, and it healed me pretty well when I glanced down at my bruises and cuts. I seemed pretty healed all over but still felt sore and exhausted and pathetic.

Justin moved slow, undoing the chains on my wrist and picking me up off the floor, setting me in my new little bed. I clung to my pillow and the blankets that smelled of my mate while he adjusted my shorts over my bare, throbbing ass.

“I love you,” I cried, watching him take the chains from my wrists and stalking out of the cell.

He didn’t reply, only shutting the door gently and retreating upstairs.

He hung the chains and cuffs on the wall. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time those came around.