Page 67 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

I gathered every ounce of strength in me to slash my claws through her eyes, earning me a growl and freeing me from her hold. I was growing weak from the loss of blood, and she was barely scratched. I was going to lose this fight.

She lunged at me again, but instead of fighting back, I dodged, trying to buy more time for my injury to heal a little.

“Come on, fight me, you stupid bitch. You can’t be both a slut and a coward at the same time,” she said through the link before lunging at me again, but not even her insults could trigger me into a stupid decision.

Around me, a full-blown war was currently ongoing. Lilith summoned some of the rebel warriors stationed at hidden positions inthe garden, but they were no match for Lady Sheila’s warriors. Lady Sheila, Noah, and Ella were nowhere in sight. Thank Goddess.

Lilith threw herself at me again, and this time, I didn’t dodge. I slashed my claws through her eyes, blinding her with blood. As she staggered to find a way to wipe her eyes clean, I jumped on her, sinking my teeth into her neck and biting hard.

She began thrashing uncontrollably, trying to dislodge me from her back and wipe the blood from her eyes. She was losing.

I retracted my fangs from her neck and bit into her back, dragging my teeth through her flesh until I hit her spine, and then, I drew back and sank into the bone with every bit of strength in me.

Her loud howl of pain rewarded my efforts, and I bit deeper, not stopping till her moans were reduced to low whimpers.

I tore myself off her back and reached for Lady Sheila’s silver dagger that had fallen off while I shifted. Lilith was a pureblood, and it would take either ripping out her heart or delivering a mortal blow with silver to kill her.

I didn’t possess the strength it took to break through the ribcage and pull out a heart, so I settled for silver. I changed into my human form and grabbed the piece of steel by the handle. Lilith’s wolf snarled when she saw me approaching with the weapon, but she only succeeded in landing a blow to my side before I pounced on her, stabbing repeatedly until I couldn’t feel a beating heart.

Relief washed through me before pain from my injuries slammed into me, and I found myself collapsing to the floor. Solid arms caught me before I could hit the floor.

“Hey, stay with me, stay with me.”

“Griffin?” I groaned through pain.

“It’s me, baby. Just hold on a little.”

I opened my eyes to find him naked and hovering over me. Then, it occurred to me that I must be naked, too. “Did we win?”

He let out a soft smile. “Yes, we did.”

“I'm sorry about Noah.”

His eyes softened. “It’s okay. You’re weak. Don’t waste your breath on me. I understand.”

I tried to sit up, but the pain on my side intensified. Broken limbs and ripped-out body parts covered the garden. In the bloody mix, I spotted Victor’s battered body. His ribs were torn open, and his eyes were wide and lifeless. My chest tightened at the sight, and a small pang of guilt twisted inside me. He was a traitor, and his motives were unpure, but he had been my friend when I needed one. I forced my eyes from him, refusing to mourn the death of someone who only saw me as a means to a selfish end.

“Lay still. You’re starting to heal. It’ll be over in no time,” he said, carefully arranging me into a more comfortable position.

Watching him take care of me brought back every emotion I tried to suppress. Today took a completely different path. It was my plan to expose Lilith and Victor and leave the palace to a more quiet and mundane life, but everything unraveled, and that wasn’t an option anymore. At least, it wasn’t an option I’d take

“I love you.” I don’t know where I got the courage, but I guess it’s the thing they said about a near-death experience. It forces you to be honest and appreciate everything around you.

Griffin looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on. His eyes were filled with part relief and part disbelief, like he couldn’t believe I was saying that after all that happened, but he was relieved that I was. “Thank you, baby. Thank youso much. I love you, too.”

I managed to force a smile through my pain as I felt his lips press against my forehead. It was all worth it in the end.

“Get me some clothes and call the physicians,” I heard Griffin say as I shut my eyes and let my body repair itself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Mira

“I’ll never get used to how good you feel,” Griffin moaned, burying himself deep inside me. I moaned in response, wrapping my arms around him to pull him closer. It didn’t matter how close we were. I always felt the need to mold him into me.

His strokes were slow and lazy. He’d sink himself into me and take his time pulling out before thrusting all the way in while whispering sweet nothings into my ears.

The feeling was heavenly. It always felt great whenever Griffin was inside me, but I was already overstimulated by his tongue and just wanted him to fuck me like I was his little plaything. There’d be a lot of time for sweet, tender lovemaking.

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