Page 75 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

“How could you do this to me? You played me, lured me out here, just so you could kill my wife?”

“You married a witch, son!” Jerry yells. “I’m doing you a favor. Just let me have her. Once she’s dead, the spell will be broken, and you’ll be free of her.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind!” I yell back at him.

“I’m speaking from experience,” he says. “Your mother never let go of my heart.”

“Don’t bring that up now,” I growl, my voice deep and guttural. “Do you think talking about her is going to soften me up? I’m beginning to wonder what you did to her that made her so scared of you.”

Jerry’s eyes glint in the bright moonlight, and I see cruelty simmering deep in his soul.

What did he do to her? I thought she kept my father a secret because she was afraid of a scandal… but maybe she was afraid for our lives?

Sadness rips through me. My mother and I parted on such bad terms. I blamed her for everything, and she was protecting me the whole time. I’m seeing her in a whole new light, and she looks strong, determined, and powerful.

Not a flake or a psycho. A damaged, beaten woman trying to protect her son.

“She got away from me before I could really give her what she deserved,” Jerry mutters. “If I had known she was carryingmy child, I would have chained her up and never let her go. And I would have raised you myself—the right way.”

Jerry stays where he is on my right, but Brad takes another step closer on my left. Keeping Alisa behind me, I take a step back.

“I’ll come with you right now,” I say. “You can raise me right—I’ll stay with you and listen to you, I promise. Just let my wife go.”

“Sorry, son. That’s not going to work. We came for the witch, and we aren’t leaving without her. Witch blood is a powerful thing to have in these times, and when we bring her in, Decker will be very pleased.”

What the fuck is he talking about?

This sounds like it goes much deeper than what I’ve heard.

“Explain this to me,” I say, trying to stay calm. “Maybe I want in on the deal.”

Both Brad and Jerry laugh, slapping their knees and really letting go. “Oh, oh, son,” Jerry chuckles, practically wiping his eyes. “That’s a good one. But any fool can see how much you love that demon. You won’t be giving her up, no way! I’m going to give you one last chance to get out of the way. I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“And if you take her,” I growl, “what will you do to me? You’ll have to kill me if you want to stop me from coming after you.”

“Oh, we have a plan for that,” Jerry says, folding his arms. “You’ll go to the underground cells with the other traitors. Decker and Kelta have very inventive ways of turning foes backinto friends. So far, most of them have become rabid monsters, but we’re refining the technique.”

Somehow, I don’t think he’s just talking about torture.

“Wait—” I say, but Brad cuts me off.

“Enough of this,” he says. He waves his hand, and several wolves emerge from the forest around us.

We’re surrounded! How did I not even notice them?

I feel completely useless, not to mention ridiculously stupid.

I’m not prepared for this. As if a party boy like me could ever hold his own in a real fight!

My heart is sinking, but my fury rises to overcome it. The one and only thing I’m sure of right now is that I will protect Alisa with my life.

I’ll happily go down fighting if she can get away.

The circle of wolves comes in closer, and to my dismay, I recognize some of them. We drank together in the Wizard’s Den, and hunted together as a wild, united force.

They were my friends!

It hurts even more that they did this on purpose, knowing I’d be reluctant to fight my friends. The pain in my heart is so extreme, I can barely breathe, but through it all, my love for Alisa burns brighter than ever.

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