Page 62 of Dark Souls

I swallowed the arousal as my vision zoned in on his large hands clenching into fists and he licked his lower lip. Memories of the hottest fuck flooded my brain and I had to inhale a deep breath to keep my shit together. How was I going to watch this? I had to leave, but I couldn’t tear myself away from the seat.

“Get out of the way, bitch!” the man who really wanted my fist to meet his face tonight started shouting behind me. Ignoring him, I fought down the rising anger that made me want to tear his head off his shoulders. I’d never had to show so much restraint in my life. My breathing became rapid and shallow, and I found it difficult to get enough air. I was having a mild panic attack, not knowing what the hell I should do.

Red’s head moved to the left, his blazing eyes scanning the stands for a moment, as if he could sense me watching him. His dark brows tightened with confusion as he searched the sea of faces and I turned my head in panic, facing the man behind instead so Red would only get a view of the back of my black wig. Why was I hiding? I doubted he’d even recognise me in this disguise, but still, I didn’t want to take my chances. Not yet.

“What’s up, sweetheart? Are you feeling squeamish? Wanna distraction?” The man sneered, grabbing his gross dick and pulling it out of the zip of his jeans as his friend laughed. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. If I hadn’t felt sick before, I definitely did after that. I turned back around, feeling too out of it to even come up with a witty comeback.

My eyes bulged when I realised the fight had just started. The hybrid and Red were moving so fast around the ring with their vampire speed, it was impossible to keep up. The sound of gut-wrenching punches and the slamming of their bodies over and over against the barrier and the concrete floor was making bile rise in my throat. This was so different from all the other fights where I’d enjoyed being a spectator. I wanted to scream at them to stop. Rue was fighting for control to take charge and dive down there to end the fight herself, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t make a scene in front of every member of The Underground. I promised Heathen I’d be inconspicuous. My family made me promise I wouldn’t get into any trouble.

The hybrid shifted into his wolf and, in a violent move, locked his jaw around Red’s side, brutally chucking him across the ring and ripping a gash through his stomach. I hissed through my fangs as my heart felt like it was about to be torn from my chest at seeing my mate being attacked and hurt.

I don’t even know him. He is probably evil. He doesn’t want me. He told me to forget him.

I repeated the mantra again and again, reminding myself to stay exactly where I was.

“Fuck. He’s distracted,” Sammi cried, slamming her hands over her cheeks. “He never takes this long to kill. It’s already been two minutes. What is he looking at? He keeps looking this way.”

I swallowed as I realised she was right. Any time there was a gap in the combat, Red’s head would whip this way, his confused red eyes searching the crowd. The hybrid would take the opportunity and land another blow. My heart flipped. He must have sensed me but couldn’t see me.No, no, no. I would not be the reason he died.

Doing the only thing I could think of that would give him his answer but not give away my identity, I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted, “RED!”

He froze. His eyes found mine. He frowned, even more confused by my yellow eyes and black hair.

“Concentrate, you fucking asshole! You die and I’ll never forgive you,” I shouted, just as the wolf bulldozed into his side, tackling him to the ground. I swore, leaning forwards slightly, my hands flying up to cover my mouth as Sammi stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

I felt a subtle hand slide up the back of my leg towards the top of my skirt. I hissed, my fangs snapping down as I swatted the man from behind’s hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me, wanker.”

“You bend forwards like that, and you’re asking for it, sweetheart.”

I growled but forced my attention to stay on the fight as Red spun the wolf onto his back and ripped his sharp claws through the wolf’s chest. A howl ripped through the air, but Red narrowed his eyes on me, his chest heaving and his fangs hanging over his lips. He was testing me. Wanting to see my reaction to his darkness. Heat pooled between my legs as I watched him rip open the wolf’s ribcage, the vile cracking sound filling the air as the crowd went ballistic. Blood covered his chest and arms, yet he never took his eyes off me. My heart was racing like it never had before. Adrenaline coursed through me, watching my mate kill. Kill to survive.

Fingers dived under my skirt from behind and the intrusion across my underwear made my eyes widen, and a shocked gasp left my lips as I whipped around to face my attacker, ready to tear him apart.

The man smirked at me, lifting the hand he’d violated me with in front of him. “Dirty bitch. Violence makes you wet, hey? I can help with that—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because, in a split second, his arm was no longer attached to his body.

“Oh my goddess!” Sammi squealed next to me as a few gasps resounded around us.

The scream that left the man’s lips had my mouth drop open as he fell to his knees. There, standing between us, was my mate, covered in blood and holding the man’s torn arm in his hand. He threw it over the crowd, and it landed in the ring with the wolf’s mangled corpse.

Red turned slightly to stare at my shocked face. His eyes scanned every inch of me as he remained cold and calm on the exterior. But his eyes gave him away. Those eyes that blazed with so much fire.

“What did he say to you?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice failed me for a moment. The pure viciousness in his gaze held me captive.

“What. Did. He. Say?” He punctuated each word with venom and a sliver of fear skated down my spine.

“He called her a dirty bitch. And said, violence made her wet,” Sammi stuttered helpfully next to me.

His eyes darted to her briefly and then back to mine. “He fucking touched you there?” He hissed through his fangs, violence radiating off him in waves.

Composing myself, I pulled back my shoulders. “I was handling it. I don’t need you to—”

He grabbed the man’s head under his arm. In one brutal action, he ripped his head off and catapulted it down to the ring, sending his headless body after it a second later. The room echoed with the sound of shock before it fell deathly silent. All eyes were on us. However, our gaze remained locked on each other. His jaw ticked. He cracked his neck to the side. He was livid.

“Get her the fuck out of here,” he hissed, staring me straight in the eyes and then zoomed away in a blur.

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