Page 39 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

A cocktail of nausea and hate bubbled inside me as Lilith’s words settled into me, but she wasn’t done talking. “Face it, Griffin, you’re not as righteous as you parade yourself to be. You are just as guilty as the rest of us and have abused your power on so many counts. Why else would you protect me from the wrath of the people and let me get away with a scolding and silly little punishments like taking away my credit card whenever I battered one of your dear little subjects?”

I was shaking with rage by the time she was done, and I had to constantly remind myself she was a woman and it would be wrong to make her pay for her actions myself.

Her eyes were a shade of green I had never seen before, and her lips were curled in the ugliest way. Looking at her, I couldn't believe there was a time I once saw her as beautiful. She was vile. Everything about her was rotten. Even the air around her bore a stench of evil.

“Get out,” my voice came out as a deep, murderous growl and was alien even to my ears. Lilith’s eyes widened by a fraction, and she took a few steps back. She had never seen me this way, and she was wise to step away.

“This isn’t over, Griffin. I won’t let you toss me like a used piece of rag,” she said before she shut the door behind her.

I fell onto the sofa behind me, letting out a growl that shook the entire palace. My whole body was shaking, my hands were trembling, and my wolf wanted to destroy something. How did I fail to recognize the devil when she slept next to me every night?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mira

My ears were the first of my senses to wake up. The muffled voice from a distance grew clearer and closer until it sounded like it was next to me. I cracked my eyes open and was assaulted by the brightness of the day.

My hands instinctively rose to shield my eyes, the movement alerting the owner of the voice to my conscious state.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

My vision eventually came to a focus, and the blurry silhouette of dark brown hair took the shape of Victor Thorne. For some reason, disappointment tinged my gratitude. I was hoping for a different brother. The events of my accident trickled into my consciousness inslow but vivid flashes.

I tried to answer his question, but my voice came out as a painful croak. Victor reached for the jug on the nightstand, pouring me a glass of water. I heaved a sigh of relief when the cool liquid flowed down my throat, soothing the coarse feeling.

“Where am I? How long was I out?” I asked when my throat felt better.

“You’re in my house, and you were out for roughly five hours.”

I raised a brow at him. Five hours was an incredibly long time. Noah, what about my baby?

I tried to get off the bed, but the world tipped on its axis, sending me back to the bed. Black dots clouded my vision, and Victor was by my side in a flash.

“You need to take it easy. The hit on your head resulted in internal bleeding, and you weren’t healing fast enough. The doctor had to administer heavy painkillers and sedatives to help with the pain.”

I could only muster one word. “Noah.”

“I had his nanny get him from school. He’s home, and he’s safe. I brought you here because I didn’t want him to see you like this.”

I nodded, the dots at the back of my head slowly clearing away. “Thank you.”

He gave me a small smile. “I’d do anything for you.”

He was being really sweet, but all I could think of was Griffin and how I thought he was the one who saved me. I battled against the urge to ask Victor if Griffin was at the scene of the accident. Maybe he wasn’t there at all. Why would he be? Maybe it was my brain conjuring him up because he was the person I wanted to see.

Why would I want to see the person who put me through so much pain after recovering from an attack? The sweetest man was in front of me and doing everything to guarantee my comfort, and all I couldthink of was the one who threw me in a dungeon. That kiss really messed with a few screws in my head.

Wait…. My thoughts came to a screeching halt. The kiss.

Flashes of Griffin gripping my cheeks, his tongue tangled with mine, assaulted my head, and I physically winced at the emotions they elicited.

“Are you alright?” Victor asked, his face wrinkled with lines of worry.

I was fucked, royally fucked.

I forced a painful smile on my face. “It’s just a headache, but I’m fine now.”

He gave me one of those soft smiles of his. “You’re hungry. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

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