Chapter 85

Chapter85
*Merikh*
The air iswarmandsticky,only addingtomy already heightened irritation. I miss her;I miss her so damn much and I am angryeverysecond ofeverydamn day. What I want is my matebackatany costs and that is adangerousthought tohave. To give up my life to know she will be okay wouldbewell worth it.
But I want alifewith her. One with adoration and singing herpraisessoshe understands how amazing she truly is. I want togivehereverything, including a new me,abetter and more improvedversion. The version who is betteratcommunication and listening. She deserves a mate who willjustsit inaweofher and let her beexactlywho sheis.
All I want is another chanceevenwhen Ihavehad so many. But I’ve learned, I have grown and I am ready to alpha up and be everything she needs. Includingaheroora sacrifice toensureshegetsawayfrom the assholes whohaveher.
“Merikh,”Hayeshollers out my name, running toward me. Paniciswritten all over hisfaceas he stops in front of me and my stomach drops.
“Whatiswrong?”Iask,swallowing the lump in my throat. “Did something happen?”
“Caspianreceivedaboxthat was sent for you,” Hesays.
I give himaconfusedstare.
“And?”Iask.
Hayes clears his throat and looksawaybefore he exhales and shakes his head.
“It is…itsmells of her.” He mutters, unable to look at me.
“It smells like Colette?”Iask, myheartskipping a beat.
“Yes,” he mutters.“It smells like her blood.”
He clears his throat, and itfeelslike the world shakes beneath my feet. My mouth falls open to say something articulate, alpha like, but instead a shocked, pained groan tumbles out.
Then I break intoasprint, tearing through the garden, bounding over the pristine green bushes and breaking through the door. The second I hit the hallway to the kitchen, I freeze, picking up the faint scent of her blood.
Bilerisesin my throat, my lycan howling and hiding in the back of my mind, too heartbroken at the possibility of what this might mean. I clear my throat, running both hands through my hairasI suck in a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst.
Ifitis confirmation she is dead, then I will stop at nothing to kill every fucking dragon and thelaststanding phoenix before allowing myself to meet her in the moonbeams.
“Merikh…” CaspiansaysasI walk into the room, unable to remain calm as my hands shake, pointing to the small box on the table.
“Isthatit?”Iask him andhenods.
My fingers trembleasItake the little box,astreakof blood on the outside, and tear open the top. As I pull the flaps open, her sweet scent flows out, bringingtearstomy eyes when I seearibbon tied around a chunk of her soft hair. I lift it out, holding it to my nose and inhaling as myeyesfallclosed, relishing this littlepieceofher.
ThenIplaceit to the side and lookatthe phone in the box with a small envelope sitting next to it. I grab the white paper and pull out a small notecard, staringatit.
“Whatdoesitsay?”Caspianasks, hisvoiceshaking.
*4362 hereisalittlesurpriseforyou,”Iread, placing it to thesideasIpull out the phone andalockscreenpops up.
“What does thatmean?”Caspianasks,pickingup thecardwritten in his daughter’s blood.
“It’s the passcode.” I mutter as Itypeitinand itopenstothe video screen.
Everything fadesaway,myheartthe only soundIcanhearasitrapsaway in my chest, my lungs squeezing like there is no air to be found. I wanted to see her, getmyeyes on her,toatleast see she isalive.Butthis isworse, so much worse than I imagined.
“Alpha!”Hayesscreams and Iturnmyhead to look at him,blinkingasI try to process the videoscreenIcan’tbringmyselfto hitplayon.
“What is it?”Caspianasks, reachingforthephone. He takes it and I don’t fight him as he gulpsandcloses hiseyeslike he is fightingoff tears.
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“Weneed to watchit.”Imutter,walking toward the massive livingroom.
“Ican’t…”Caspiansaysand I look over at him, hisfaceaswhiteasa mountaintop mid winter.
“Hayes,figure out howtohaveit on the screen.”Igrumble, dropping into the couch preparing myselfforthe worst but also reminding myself I needtosee this. I havetolook for clues, find something todiscoverwhere she is.
“You wanttowatch it on that thing?”Caspiansneers,pacingoverto me and standing in theway. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Everything.” I grumble, leaning forward, my elbows on my knees.“Everything is fucking wrong when she isn’t with me.”
“Areyou tryingtopunish yourself? Is thatwhatthisis?”Heasks,confused, and I scoff.
“No, I am watching itbecauseifshehasto liveit, then I should havetoaswell. We need to know what they are doing to her. I need to see it so I can return the fucking favor to them.” I look upathim. “There could be clues about where she is,” Hayesalsosays, and I know I can always rely on him to know whyIam doing things.
“Shit,” Caspian mutters, then he walks over to the other side of the couch and plops down. “Let’s get this over with, then.”
Hayes looks at me once he has the TV on and the phone screen sharing. The image of Colette is right before me. The little play button obstructed nothing but that barrier in my mind, screaming ‘Ican’t do this‘. But I have to.
“Hitplay.” I tell him.
Suddenly there she is, myperfect, beautiful little luna. Her faceissunken, her glow gone, but she is still as beautifulasshe always is. It is clear theyarestarving her, giving her minimal liquids,probably because theyareafraid of what she can do.
“Sayit,” a voice offscreensays forcefully. Colette looks up at the person and rolls her eyes. Then she looks directly at the camera.
“Fuck yourself.” She says, a small smirk on her chapped and bloody lips. A thrill of pride ripples through me, but itisshort–lived.
“Suit yourself.” The woman saysasshe steps forward and lifts a metal bar.
I stand, growling at the screen as the woman swings it and slams it into her stomach, making the wind wheeze from my chest. I fall to my knees, myeyeswatering and my body quivering with anger and no outlet.
Colette cries out in pain, her head falling forward as she struggles to suck in a full breath. All I can hear is her labored breathing that sounds like aheavywheeze, and my chest is torn wide open. I love how strong she has become mentally, but I need her to give in, to stop herself from being a smart ass when she is on the line.
“Justsay it, love,” I whisper, finding myself moving closer to the screen. “Just fucking say what they want.”
Anotherscreambreaks through the TV speakers and I look at Colette, whoissilent and unmoving. She lifts her fierygazeto someone offscreenand she fights against her restraints.
“Leaveher alone!”Shewails.“Iwill say it, okay?Iwill say it. Please, just don’t hurt Melody anymore.”
The woman sauntersbackin, moving behind Colette and placing her hands on her shoulders, digging her nails intoherskinasshe bleeds through
hershirt.
“I warned you,everytimeyouresistIwilljusttorture yourdearlittle mommy.”
Myeyesgrowwideand ItrytorecallwhatGiselle had said before the meeting went up in flames.
“What?”Caspiangasps,and I lookoverto find him next to me. “Melody isreallyalive? I thought they were lying. That theyweretrying to evoke an emotionalresponseand catch me off guard.”
“I’m sorry.” Colette whispers,tearsonher cheek as she looks mournfully off the screen. “Iwill say it now. I promise.”
“Then getitover withalready, your highness.”The bitchsaysin
annoyance.
“Merikh.”Colette whispers, looking directly into mysoul,paininhereyesasshe struggles tobreathestill. “Ifyou want me,come and get me. Warison the horizon,abarrageoffireanddeathiscomingviatheskyand you must choose.Me,or our kind-”
Afist connects with herearand herheadsnapsto theleft,awhimper breaking from her lips.
Igrowlagain, my fistsballedupand creaking as my bones ache from thepressure.This fucking bitch is goingto
slow and painful death.
“His kind, not yours. Youarenot the same breed.” The woman hisses.
“Me or all oflycanandwerewolfkind.” Colette whispers.
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Thevideocutsoff, leaving us all in stunned silence.
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