Page 67 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
Kill him, and get back to punishing Raven’s dad…
I tried to push him off, but he fucking refused to let go. What I hated most about Damon was that he was strong, and he knew how I fought. Apart from my extra training at the alpha training, he was the one who would always spar with me.
“Liam, listen to me! Raven wouldn’t want this. For her... calm down, man. Think about Raven!”
I shoved him off with one push. This time I succeeded, and he slammed into the far wall. I stood up, searching for Jacobs, but all I saw was a bloody body with several deep wounds and a slowing heartbeat lying on the ground. One of his arms lay a few feet away… I looked down at my own hands, which were covered with blood.Fuck…
I looked at Damon, who was standing up, a concerned look on his face – something I didn’t want to see. He had a few slashes across his chest and a heavily bleeding wound on his hip… fuck…
“Should I get someone to come see him and throw him in the cells?” He asked as if he hadn’t just seen me fucking lose self-control.
“Yeah,” I said coldly. I walked over to the man, grabbing him by his fucking collar. “That’s what happens when you hurt anything that is mine,” I hissed, slamming his head into the ground. I didn’t really give a fuck if he was dead.
I knew Damon was mind-linking someone. I heard the sound of running footsteps, and soon three men came in to handle the dickhead.
“Get him fixed up, chuck the arm in the bin, and throw him in the cells,” I growled.
“Alpha… the arm can be re-attached,” one of the men dared to suggest.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, menacingly going towards him. “I know that our fast regeneration means we canreplace limbs… but if I say bin it… it means bin it!” He flinched before bowing his head to me.
“Yes, Alpha!” He said.
“Liam…” Damon murmured.
I glared coldly at him. Something told me he knew about the fucking curse. He was acting way too fucking calm when I had just lost my shit. Before I could even reply, Raven’s voice came through the link,
Liam, Damon, I think someone was here in the house. Aunty is okay, but I heard something.Both Damon and I glanced at each other before we ran for the door.
We got to the Nicholson house in under three minutes, rushing inside to see Raven pacing the hallway. She turned, about to speak, when she looked at both of us, her heart thundering when she saw Damon’s injuries. A pang of jealousy and anger flitted through me.
“Did you two fight?” She asked, looking hurt.
“No,” we both said in unison. We looked at each other and Raven smiled slightly.
“It’s uh… most of this blood is your dad’s,” Damon said quietly.
She frowned but said nothing, looking between us again before she walked over, bunching her sleeve in her hand and wiping the blood off my face, worry clear in those unique eyes of hers. It calmed me, knowing she came to me first. She caressed my jaw for a moment, sending off those rivets of sparks before she moved away, staring at Damon’s hip, the only injury that hadn’t healed.
“You need to be careful,” she scolded, examining the wound. She brushed her hand along his waist just above the damn injury. “This needs to be bandaged.”
I was surprised he didn’t just tell her I did that…
“You said you heard something?” I asked, trying not to pay attention to her legs that peeked out from under her oversized top. Her over-the-knee boots covered most of them up, but, fuck, did she look good even when she covered those curves of hers.
“I did... it was weird,” she murmured, staring towards the kitchen. “Look, you two should go shower and get dressed. How about I make hot drinks and then we’ll talk? About everything.”
“Sounds good,” Damon said, then turned to me. “I’ll give you some clothes.”
I frowned but nodded, and we both headed upstairs, stairs that I remembered climbing so many times growing up…
I didn’t even get why he still fucking considered me a friend… I mean, sure, when his dad died, I was there, but once shit went down with Raven, I left them. Dreading, afraid, and waiting for the day I’d get the call or something telling me they had mated and marked one another…
Damon tossed me a clean shirt and sweatpants before motioning for me to use the bathroom on the first floor. He, himself, grabbed his clothes and made his way down the stairs. I frowned before taking a quick shower. I didn’t want any favours from him, but if Raven wanted us to fucking try to get on, I was going to.
I wouldn’t fucking lie, the fact that I may only have a few months to live kind of threw me off. My insistencethat Raven should be mine didn’t seem strong anymore. What if the curse was not broken and I did die? Then what would happen to her? I mean, a part of me wanted to just ask her to be mine for the next few months and shower her with all the fucking love I could, but that was just fucking selfish. That would break her even more once I was gone. I knew she had told Damon. If I’d had any doubts, seeing the book on his bed had been enough proof of that…
I walked down the stairs, only to see Damon standing in the kitchen, his top lifted up and Raven bandaging his hip. She had changed her top, which had gotten blood on it thanks to wiping my face earlier. She was wearing something that probably belonged to Aunty Monica. It was a plain lilac top that outlined her bra slightly. It skimmed over her waist and fit snugly around her hips. Fuck, she was gorgeous. The top went well with her tiny shorts, which stuck to her sexy ass so fucking perfectly. Just looking at her made my dick fucking hard.
