Page 35 of Those That Don't Exist
We hit the floor as he rallies, landing a punch to my side. I barely feel it. I struggle but manage to straddle him so I can get some impact behind my strikes but he rolls us.Oh no motherfucker, you’re not going to pin me.
We keep rolling and end up apart. We’re both up and on our feet in a blink and I’m charging him once more. Rage consumes me. He hisses, fangs on show, before launching at me as well. I’m ready and block his punch but it's a decoy move. He grabs my wrist and manages to sink his fangs into my arm and drags, splitting the skin down the length of my forearm. It's a power move, using fangs.
I twist, ripping my arm free, wrenching my shoulder in the process. It hurts like a motherfucker. Continuing with the movement I duck as I swing back round. I stick my leg out, catching him in the shins and taking him down once more. I kick him repeatedly as he tries to get up before grabbing my leg and once again sinking his fangs in, right through my jeans.Little shit.
As much as I don't want to taste his blood I’ve had it with this bastard and need to put him in his place. I grip the dark hair at his nape and yank him up, pulling on his scalp hard. He flails and blood from my leg sprays everywhere. However, his back is now at my chest so he can't bite me again. His arms are swinging wildly trying to release my grip on his neck but I sink my own fangs in just below my grip. Straight into his carotid artery.
I drag my fangs to cause the most damage before rearing my head back and spitting the vile blood out on the floor.Ok, it's not vile but I don't want any drop of this scumbag in my stomach. I strike Ronan hard, he lands in a heap on the floor, blood pouring from the injury on his neck. It's far from fatal but does end the fight. He would lose consciousness quickly if he didn’t stop to staunch the wound while his body knits the flesh back together.
I stand over him heaving, with blood still dripping from my fangs, as the room comes back to me. The others in here with us are standing around the edge with lowered gazes as I look at each of them. None of them had stopped the fight, or joined in. Their reactions tell me everything I need to know. They all accept that I, and unfortunately Ronan, are above them in the totem pole of the hierarchy in this pack. They left us to our pissing contest because if they got involved it would be seen as them throwing down a challenge. My mind runs through how to play this, but the decision gets taken from me before I have a chance to react.
“What the fuck is going on in here?!” Adicious’s voice rings through the room. It's loud enough I swear the walls shake. He’s at my back, which is facing the entryway, but I immediately lower my head. This isn’t good. Adicious is absolute. We may play at having power over one another but he’s the only one who can give orders.
“Somebody better start talking right now,” he growls when we all stay silent.
Ronan goes to speak from his crumpled position on the floor, where he’s pressing his shirt to the wound on his neck, but all that comes out of his mouth is a splutter of blood. Internally I’m fucking gleeful, hopefully I’ve ripped his vocal cords along with his artery.
“Ty jumped him,” Cairn tells Adicious.Fucking kiss ass.
“So I see,” Adicious spits. “Why?” He storms further into the room. I can feel his gaze on me. “You’ve got no wound in your neck so I’m guessing you can still speak. What happened?”
“He pissed me off.” I lift my head slightly so I can see where Adicious is but don’t meet his eyes.
“Must’ve been something quite profound for you both to end up looking like this.”
I stay silent, I’m not a snitch and don’t want to admit I dominated the excuse of a male on the floor over comments about Red.
“We were talking about Aurora, and he launched at us from across the room.” Sadly, Ronan’s lackey has no sense of preservation.
The temperature in the room drops.
“You were fighting over my future mate?” Adicious’s voice drops a few octaves, reverberating around the room. I see Ronan shrink back as well.
“Ty,” he snaps, “answer me.”I can't think of a way around it.
“Yes,” I whisper, “he was chatting shit about her so I put him in his place.”Please don't ask me why I thought I could dole out a punishment that should’ve been left to you.
“And why didn’t you come to get me if you thought he was stepping over the line?”Fuck.My heart beats wildly in my chest, my palms slick with sweat.
“I’m sorry,” I burst into apology, “I should’ve. He was disrespecting you, and her as a future leader of this pack. He needed teaching. It escalated so quickly. I’m sorry.” I drop to myknees, in an attempt to show full submission. Adicious walks up to me and grips my hair so I’m forced to look at him.
“You do not have the right to punish others in this pack.” I nod as much as I can with him holding me.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter again.
The kick to my side is so brutal in strength I crumple, feeling at least two of my ribs break. He stomps on me, on my already twisted shoulder, fully dislocating it. The power behind it slams me into the ground face first, seeing as my arms had gone to protect my ribs. My lower jaw hits the wooden surface with a crack, my right fang splitting my lower lip. Pain erupts everywhere as I roll onto my back.
Adicious moves to Ronan next. “And as for you, you think I haven’t noticed you becoming a cocky little shit recently? If I hear a single word about my mate from your lips I will end you. How’s the neck?” The threat I expect, but I turn my head at the question, was that concern?
Ronan removes his hand to show the wound, his neck isn’t spewing blood anymore even if the skin hasn’t healed.
“Healing,” Ronan croaks in a scratchy voice.
“Good,” says Adicious as he steps quickly, places a hand either side of Ronan’s head and snaps his neck. He drops like a stone.
“Now clean this room up,” he orders the males still standing around the edge of the room. He steps over me where I lay on the floor and goes to leave. He stops in the doorway, looking down at me “I don’t want to see you for a couple of days Ty, and when I do you better have made some progress with getting my mate ready for me. My patience is running thin. Got it?”
“Yes, Adicious,” I wheeze through the pain. He nods then leaves us to it.
