Page 26 of The Wolf's Captive
“Just get on with it,” Malone snapped, narrowing his gaze on the man.
Clearing his throat, Victor looked me in the eye. “You’ll only be able to have a baby if you disconnect from your magic. Otherwise, the child won’t be able to survive.”
Chapter Eight
Back on British soil, my hands shook as we climbed into the back of the taxi, destined for the werewolf council buildings. Victor’s words had been whirling in my mind ever since he’d spoken them the night before. Sleep had been hard to grasp, so I’d lain awake all night, trying to imagine what life would be like without my magic.
“Let’s hope the council don’t kill me,” Malone muttered, squeezing my hand for his reassurance as well as mine.
As we approached the wooden door, I pushed away the fear that had gripped me. It was hard to believe that after everything I’d been through, I might have to disconnect from my magic in order to have a baby. “They’ll have to get through me first.”
Malone’s gaze slipped down to mine as he knocked on the door. His small smile crinkled the corners of his eyes as he shook his head. “That’s so fucking sweet.”
“What can I say?” I teased, clearing my mind in order to deal with a ton of werewolves. “You’re my alpha, and I’d do anything to protect you. It might be sweet to you, but I’ll be sour to those dickheads if they dare try anything.”
“Feisty! I like it.”
The door opened and a man ran out, his eyes wide as he checked back over his shoulder. “You don’t want to go in there. Someone’s gone bloody crazy.”
Before we could question him, he was off, legging it down the road as fast as he could. Indecipherable shouts echoed from inside, drawing us closer. Malone trod carefully, tugging me along with him.
“Keep behind me,” he whispered, “I can smell blood.”
As he said the word, the metallic scent hit me in the face. What the fuck was going on inside?
Taking a deep breath, Malone led me through the entrance way and into an open reception area. We hovered by the door, assessing what was going on inside.
There. A man was standing just inside the dining room on the right, holding an older man from behind and threatening to slice him with his extended claw.
He was shouting at the people in the room to get back as he tried to reverse.
My heart thundered in my ears as I clung to Malone, knowing full well that my alpha would leap into the action without waiting to analyse the situation. If he put himself in danger, I wouldn’t forgive him.
“Where is the fucking witch?” the man shouted, making my blood run cold.
In my frantic panic, I hadn’t taken the time to study the villain. His voice slunk into my skin, heating every nerve and making me want to vomit.
Malone’s back straightened as he ripped his hand away from me, ready to pounce on our enemy. I took a deep breath and followed him as he stepped into the reception. His hands instantly elongated into paws with long sharp extended claws. His mouth morphed into a snout, his sharp teeth snapping hard.
“Don’t kill him,” I breathed, extending my arms towards Kieran just at the moment he realised someone was behind him.
Spinning wildly, Kieran grunted when his wide eyes landed on me. A smile started to cross his face, his hands slackening as he loosened his grip on the older man.
A weird familiar vibe thumped into me, almost knocking my concentration. He was connected to me, his very essence a part of mine. And yet, bile rose in my throat as I incited a freeze spell. His whole frame became completely still, his eyes the only part of him able to move.
Malone approached, his growls low in his chest as he wrenched Kieran’s arm away from the old man. The werewolf elder choked as he fell away, almost dropping to the ground.
“Della,” Kieran managed to squeeze between his teeth. “Oh, shit, how I’ve missed you.”
Ew. Ew. Ew.
“You don’t talk to her.” Malone snarled.
Getting into Kieran’s face and extending his claw, Malone shook violently, clearly struggling to resist the desire to kill the disgusting turd.
My insides filled with flickering heat, igniting the embers of anger and hatred that had been simmering since the werewolf had violated me.
“It’s funny, isn’t it?” Kieran said, his fraught gaze slipping between the pair of us. “You can’t kill me because it’ll harm your girlfriend.”