Page 48 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“I’m going to kill you one day.”
She smirks. “If one of us is to end up dead at the hands of the other, it will be you, alpha. Now, what are we going to do about getting Lumi back before the next full moon?”
“It doesn’t matter if we can get her back without breaking Nyx’s mind control and giving her her wolf back; she’ll reject the bond. She won’t complete the marking ceremony.”
Magic races over her skin with glimmering sparks. “She will. You worry about getting her back. Let me worry about her accepting the bond.”
Before I can respond, she vanishes.
I growl, slamming my arms down. No way in hell will I let Isolde or any of her coven force Lumi to do anything. The growl I let out echoes through the house and is enough that when both Emeric and Kael are released, neither of them attacks me.
Silently, I walk forward back into what’s left of my office and then slide against the wall onto the floor. Emeric sits on my right. Kael is on my left. We are all lost in our own minds.
“What are we going to do about Nyx?” Kael asks at the same time Emeric asks, “What are we going to do about Isolde?”
Fuck—two enemies. And a mate who hates me. Rowena’s loss. The pack and the coven are both losing trust in me.How did I fuck this up so much?
“Emeric, you tail Isolde. Make a plan to sever my deal with the Moonfire coven.”
He nods.
“What’s the deal?” Kael asks.
I shake my head. “Later. I’ll focus on figuring out how to give Lumi her wolf back and breaking Nyx’s mind control so we are ready when the opportunity to get her back presents itself.”
And I look to Kael, knowing I’m asking a lot of him and putting a lot of trust in him. “And you will ensure that Nyx doesn’t hurt a hair on Lumi’s head.”
“And how will I do that?” Kael asks.
“By joining the Bloodmoon pack.”
Chapter 13
Lumi
“We should really get you in the weight room. Twice a day every day. And you could use some conditioning too. Sylara loves to run every morning before the sun rises. You should join her,” Brax says.
I can hear Sylara’s scoff from the side of the room where she’s watching my scrawny, sweaty ass lying on the floor staring up at Brax as I grip my blade like it’s my lifeline.
“It would all be pointless,” Sylara says.
I tend to agree with her. Brax has been going through the basics with me all morning, trying to find any hidden strengths I might have that could be used against a magical creature. Or even another human. So far, I’m pretty sure I have no strengths. Brax couldn’t find anything. Emeric couldn’t. Ambrose couldn’t. There is no hidden talent that is going to give me an edge in a fight. Nothing that will help me to survive. If it comes down to a one-on-one battle with anyone, I’m dead.
“Not helping, Sylara,” Brax says.
“Just saying you’re wasting your time.” Her voice is sharper than any blade.
I’m still lying on the floor, not bothering to move. Maybe she’ll just kill me now and end all of my misery.
“You could get in the ring with her. See if you discover any strengths I’m missing,” Brax suggests.
“Hell no, Sylara won’t hold back. Lumi will end up hurt, and Nyx will kill you for it,” Riven says.
“Just kill me,” I mutter.
Riven sighs like we’ve been through this a million times. “You don’t mean that.”
I sit up, resting my arms on my knees. “Maybe I do. If I die, whether my real mate is Nyx or Ambrose, one of them would get a new mate. A better mate. A stronger mate. And I would be—”
