Page 2 of Never Tamed
Her fist collides with my jaw and my wolf rears up inside of me. Eager, ready. Absolutely fucking pissed to be on our back.
Torin’s roar cuts off in my head, slicing through the cacophony of the church out loud.
The sound splinters Catarina’s focus for a split second, her gaze narrowing and her lips thin. Her attention flicks up to Torin.
My chin throbs and a wave of dizziness crashes over me from bloodloss but fuck her.
Hard.
And not in a good way.
I knee her right in the cunt. If you’re gonna fight, then you fight dirty. Pulling punches and playing fair only gets you killed. My parents would have been horrified if they heard me say it but they aren’t around anymore.
If I can’t fight dirty, then I won’t be, either.
The first cunt punt barely makes Catarina flinch. My chest tightens. I knee her again and this time she loses her balance. She flounders on top of me, and with abs screaming, I rear up and punch her in the chin.
She falls backward into the ruined debris of the pew.
Glaring at her, I clamber upright, hand pressing to my side. Blood loss is gonna be what gets me in the end. My head’s already spinning.
Ren,focus!
Torin the control freak, always acting like his word is the damn law. The newness of the bond makes him the loudest, the closest.
I hear him everywhere. Ifeelhim everywhere. It’s insane, the deepening in my head, the impossibility of untangling myself from him. I narrow my gaze on Catarina and block out my mates.
Mates. Plural.
All three of them are here.
Catarina windmills her arms and I’ve never been so pleased to see someone with a split lip. A flush mottles her pale skin as she swipes the back of her hand across the wound.
Before she has a chance to recover, I throw myself at her, using momentum to get my hands wrapped around her neck. I’ll strangle the smirk right off her face once and for all.
Fuck logic.
There’s only survival.
I graze her overheated skin before Catarina blocks me, her hands still half-shifted into claws. Her eyes flash gold and those claws dig grooves into my skin.
Her stupid, pointy chin bothers me.
The fact that she played Torin for a fool, forced him into this sham of an alliance and marriage enrages me.
She tried to hurt what belongs to me. I’ll never forgive her.
Pushing through the pain, I punch her in the throat this time.
I want her to bleed. I want her to beg me to go easy and show her mercy. But none of those things happen.
It’s the last hit I get on her.
Catarina might be a bitch—she’s a lawyer, after all—but she’s way more practiced with this weird half-wolf form than I am. She’s not reeling from the emotions of a new bond, trying to figure out where Torin fits into life and making room for him inside my head.
My fear for him, and his emotions, make it even harder to keep my boundaries high.
Catarina grinds her knuckles into the puncture holes in my side hard enough for entire galaxies to burst to life in front of my eyes.
