Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

93%1 Chapter 119 Why am I here? It’s a theatrical question that I feel one shouldn’t be asking oneself. Unless you let your now mate punch a f****ing hole through your chest only to wake up the next day as a completely different type of monster. A much more terrifying being than you had been in your previous life. The Lycan King is standing right next to me. We’re back in the elevator I never thought I would see the inside of again. But here I am. In the f***ng elevator. Again. Crystal is gone, but the images of her crammed in here with the King moments before she tried to kill him flash in my head. I can scent her. It’s so weird. I’m taking in my scent and identifying it as some wolf. It’s a very woodsy and sweet scent. Like freshly sweetened jasmine tea. There are overtones of burned sugar signifying the wolf’s feral state. My mouth fills with saliva and I understand why the King couldn’t keep his hands off me. Why he liked being so close. The scent is intoxicating. Inviting to the predator I am now. As if urging me to tear it apart. To devour. “I can have someone clean up so the scent-” he starts. I place my hand on his arm to stop him. “It’s okay,” I shake my head. “I’m going to miss it too,” “If you need anything you know where to find me,” he says when we get to our doors. I nod and watch him go through his door. I continue on so that I can get some clothes. My fingers itch as I reach for the door to find it unlocked. I glance back at his door and shake it off. The terms and conditions of our contract are done. This is no longer a job. The two of us created something that neither of us expected to fully see through and here are the consequences of our actions. “F***k,” I drop onto the bed next to Crispy and toss the clothes I got for a shower next to me. I take the urn and place it on my lap. I have had many near-death experiences but this one. F***k my a*** with a massive Lycan fist, this one felt like the last one. I stood there, right on the edge of that knife, and was denied access to myPublished by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

freedom. Crystal gave me a whole speech about accountability and completing our life’s work. She had a lot to say for someone who had been going feral and trying to kill anyone in sight for the past five years. Accountability. Yeah, okay. So, maybe I deserve this. But giving the girl who has been toppling packs and lives a sharper set claws and teeth sounds like fate is placing a brand-new set of toys in front of a child with undiagnosed ADHD and expecting her not to play with them. The memory of Darren’s scent and the other I’m convinced was our son’s is on the tip of my nose. I thought this had been hell before, but running after the ghosts of little wolf Perry Phurry is not something I’d ever wish on anyone. Not even that piece of shit James. You’ve done to us what the rest of the world had always known you’d do, Perry. Her words run through my head and the apology I gave her was nothing. The same way that Calvin kneeling in front of me was nothing short of a joke. She’s right. I betrayed us. I let my grief overwhelm her and push her into the darkness. Then I made her accept Jonas without fully committing to either of them. Only thinking of myself and what I wanted. “I’m so sorry, Crispy,” I whisper to my urn and place it back on the nightstand. My body feels hot from whatever the hell is happening to me and a cold shower serves to relax the aches I have all over. I think getting some separation from the Lycan King is a very good idea. However, he is in fact my mate now and there is no way in f***ing hell I am leaving him without placing my mark on him. The door is slightly open and I just give it a little push. The shower is running and I decide to take a seat on the bed. Our 1/3 scent is all over the place. This would have been literal hell for him had he stayed here if I had really died. I knew that. We both did. Yet, we both chose to do things exactly as we agreed. I smile at the growl that comes out of him when he finds me here. I wonder how different I seem to him. Does he recognize me as Perry or something entirely new? His instincts are betraying him the

same way mine are. “I’m sorry,” he says staring at me. “Your rank is settling in and it’s different. Past beta,” “I didn’t die a beta,” I remind him. He huffs and nods before lifting his towel to dry his hair. “Come sit with me. I think we should talk,” He sits next to me and stares at the door. We both do. For a while. “What did Oz say?” he breaks the silence. “That I’ve fully transitioned into a Lycan. The first in six centuries,” I answer. “She called me her little princess miracle,” “Princess?” “Yeah, a princess comes before a Queen. I’m the Queen now. So princess,” we both laugh. “She ran all the tests she needed before I woke up. All she said was consider me a newly shifted Lycan. That is what she will be treating me as,” “Good,” he nods. “You don’t have to ask me for anything. I meant what I said before,” “I know you did. It’s the only reason I’m still here,” I take a deep breath and let it go all at once. “I don’t know what to say,” he says after a while. “Do I apologize?” “Are you sorry?” I ask turning my body to face him. “For any of it?” “No,” he shakes his head. “Me either. Except for surviving. I guess. I’m not upset that you punched a hole proud of you. You took that leap knowing the consequences. Thank you,” “I still failed,” through me. Just so that’s clear. I am a little “Not really. If we hadn’t been bonded as long as we were, I would have stayed dead,” I finally work up the nerve to look down at where my mark had once been. Then I notice that his necklace is gone. I don’t say anything. I just notice. “I think I wouldn’t have been able to do it in your shoes. Not after everything that happened,” “I’d never be able to reject you, Perry. I just think we need time to actually get to know one another. We’ve been granted second chance. The way things happened was- I’m-” a

“Crystal said that I am to be held accountable for what I’ve done and I think it applies to both of us. And while we do that, I just-” I look up at him. His eyes are taking me in as if I have all the answers. I don’t and I am one hundred percent sure that this is what I want to do. Given all we’ve been through the past whatever months. If this triggers my heat, so be it. Hean in wrapping my arms around him to pull him closer. He sighs with what sounds a lot like relief. The sparkling sensation of our bond tingles all over my body and I tighten my hold on him. He does the same. Goes as far as burying his face in my hair to inhale my scent. This is revenge for everything. For marking me up when he swore he wouldn’t. For keeping me isolated here. For being such a f****ing idiot. This is for what was left of the Little Wolf he fell in love with. “Per-” he groans as my teeth sink into his neck right under his ear, so everyone sees it the same way he had done to me. Everything in my body comes alive in the same way it always did when I shifted as a wolf. I latch on to him, his blood filling 2/3 93%i Chapter 119 my mouth. There’s an edge to it. Something sweet but also a little bitter. His hand comes up to my head and he grips my hair like he intends to pull me off, but then stops and lets go. He simply relaxes under me. The sound the wound makes when I relax my jaw just does something strange to my body and I have the urge to lick it. So, I do I gently lap at the bleeding wound until it stops. I sit back to see that I didn’t make the mess we did the last time. Or maybe, it was me who had made that mess. Per usual. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. There’s an unyielding uncertainty starting to creep in as my mark on him reveals what he’s feeling. He’s laying back now. I’m straddling his hips. My hands are holding me up over his chest and he’s looking up at me. Annoyed that I marked him without his permission. “This isn’t how we should start our mating, Perry,” he says condescendingly.

“No? I think it’s perfect. For me, at least. You can choose to do it however you please. All I know is that there is no way in hell I’m leaving without you bearing my mark. Since you can’t reject me and I would rather die than let you be happy with anyone who isn’t me,”