Angel Blackwood (35 page)

I place my hand over the spot
where he hit me, finding dried blood attached to a couple strands
of hair. I sit up on the bed and gently move to the side hoping
that the springs in the bed don’t creak.

My feet touch the floor
and I quickly tiptoe towards the window. The shouting in the other
room gets louder, so I push the window up all the way whilst they
are distracted. As soon as I have one foot out, the floor creaks
and the shouting in the other room immediately stops.

Shit!

I quickly climb
the rest of the way out and jump onto the ground. Before the window
has chance to slam shut behind me, I’
m running into the long grass of the nearby field, towards
the forest.

I look back when I hear a
door slamming. Chelsea comes running out the front door and starts
sprinting after me, following me into the thick grass. Unable to
call upon my wolf to shift, I pick up the pace and head to the side
which is nearest to the woods. I look around for Drake. That fucker
plays dirty, I need to keep my eyes open. I keep running and
looking to my sides but don’t see him.

“Looking for me?” His voice is
close. I turn and find him a few feet in front of me. I skid to a
halt, afraid of slamming into him. Changing direction, I start
heading the opposite way; I’ll take on Chelsea if I have to.

“We should just kill her now
and be done with it,” Chelsea yells, as Drake tackles me from
behind. He grabs my hair and yanks it.

“We’re not killing her,” he
grits out harshly. His hand is pulling at my hair, hurting the
wound that’s already on my head.

I’m gasping for every breath.
The awkward position he has my neck in is making it hard for me to
breathe.

He climbs off of me and grabs
one ankle. Before I know it, I’m being dragged back to the little
cottage. I try latching onto the long grass. My hands are getting
ripped to shreds, but I won’t stop fighting him and calling out for
help. I try kicking with my free leg, but it doesn’t deter him.

I can feel the grass and
sand going up my shirt, and the burn on my stomach and sides as I
scrape across the ground. The memory of Drake’s first beating
floods my mind, I can’t help but feel petrified and so I try even
harder to latch onto the long grass. Anything could happen to me
once I get into that cottage.

The long grass vanishes from my
fingers and soon I’m being pulled over shorter grass, softer grass.
We’re nearing the cottage. Chelsea continues to argue with Drake
about details of my impending death, but Drake only grunts and
growls in response.

The tight hold on my ankle
drops and my foot falls to the ground. I reach forward grabbing at
the grass trying to get away, but a hand grasps my shirt and pulls
my up and into a standing position.

“Get inside now!” He growls
into my ear. I try to get out of his clutch again, moving to kick
between his legs, he anticipates it and instead I hit his knee.
This only causes more pain on my end and I stumble over.

He grabs my hair and walks me
into the little cottage, entering the living room he throws me to
the floor. I look down at my hands and my suspicions are right,
they’ve been torn up by the long thick grass. I hear the sound of a
chain sliding against the floor. Looking up, I find Drake looming
over me. Before I register what is happening, he has my left foot
cuffed, chained and wrapped around the base of the built in table
in the kitchen.

“Drake, let me go! Jax will
find you and he will punish you for this!” I yell out to his back
which is now facing me. He pauses his steps and turns to look at me
over his shoulder.

“Jax doesn’t give a shit about
you,” he spits out, continuing to walk toward the fridge. He pulls
out a beer, opens it and drinks it until it’s completely empty
before letting out a loud belch.

Disgusting
.

“So what’s the plan of action,
baby? What are we gonna do with her?” Chelsea keeps her eyes glued
to me as I sit on the floor. I look around trying to find some kind
of weapon or something I can use, but all there is in this
dilapidated cottage is books and dust.

“We,
are not going to do anything with
her. Lexi and I have to make up for lost time, we have some
catching up to do.” He licks his lips.

Chelsea looks at him, hurt
evident on her face. “What? You said that we were going to get rid
of her? That’s why I helped lure her here.” She looks back at me as
understanding hits.

“You were never going to kill
her, were you? You still want her.” Her menacing eyes find mine and
she leaps at me.

“You bitch! You can’t have him!
I won’t let you.” She elbows me in the nose as she comes down on
me. I block my face with my injured hands, but she manages to grab
my hair and scratch my chest with her talon like nails.

Seconds later she is ripped
from me.

“I don’t want him! Just let me
go and you can have him all to yourself!” I scream loudly, feeling
my voice break. I back away as far as the chain on my leg will
allow until my back hits the side of the sofa. “I don’t want him,”
I say softly, looking into her eyes.

My eyes find Drake. I can see
the anger in his eyes, the tremble of frustration in his shoulders
and the fury, as his hands fist and flex as if he needs something
to hit. He stalks slowly towards me and I turn trying to get as far
away as I can away from him wishing the chain on my leg would give
a little more.

He yanks at my hair as he
climbs over me, and I scream out in pain.

He looks down at me snarling
with black eyes.

“This would be a whole lot
easier if you changed your attitude,” he sneers.

“What happened to you,
Drake?” I whisper, feeling tears falling down my cheeks. Long gone
is the boy next door that I used to love, he’s a completely
different person now. There is nothing gentle or inviting about
him.

He blinks his eyes as he
looks down at me. “Was wondering when those tears were gonna fall.”
He wipes one away and sucks the same finger. “It’s about time.
You’ve been holding out on me, Lexi,” he chuckles, shaking his
head.

He’s lost his damn mind for
sure this time.

“I’m getting out of here. When
Alpha figures out what we’ve done.” Chelsea’s voice has Drake’s
head whipping around to look at her. A growl escapes his lips and
it has me shivering under his tight hold.

“You will leave when I tell you
to leave,” he says coldly.

“I don’t have to stand here and
listen to you.” She moves towards the door.

“I don’t think my mate has very
good hearing, do you?” He says sarcastically, looking down at
me.

“Maybe I need a new mate.” From
the corner of my eye I see Chelsea freeze. Her tear stained face
looks up to Drake. A smirk forms on his face and a dimple appears,
but it isn’t endearing at all.

“You don’t mean that, baby,”
she says softly. I almost feel sorry for the girl… almost.

“I think I do! And I know
exactly who will be the perfect mate for me.” He looks down to me.
I push against him, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He just
snarls and forces me between his kneeled legs as he grips my jaw
with one hand and his other hand fists my hair, forcing me to look
at Chelsea.

“Lex, I know how much you
hate Chelsea.” He looks up to her then back down to me, I feel his
lips touch my cheek. “Let this be my gift to you,” he whispers, in
a tone so dark and evocatively that I know it’s his wolf
speaking.

I tell him to stop, but he’s
not listening.

“Chelsea, I no longer want you
as my mate.” she runs towards him screaming out “No!” but it’s too
late.

“I reject you!” He says,
leaving her to fall to the floor crying out in pain as she clutches
her chest.

Chelsea doesn’t last long
before she starts screaming out her acceptance. Drake chuckles
sadistically through the entire scene, savouring in the hurt he has
caused. I already knew he’d lost his mind, but this behaviour is a
complete mind-fuck; I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this
one. There is no sign of the boy I knew, his wolf has completely
taken over and now I’m left to deal with it alone.

I hold my breath watching
Chelsea as she gets off the floor. She looks at me then back at
Drake, her eyes widen a little as she’s finally released from the
connection she had with him. My eyes hold hers using all the energy
I have left to link to her. I’m weak and I can’t feel my wolf, but
I know I can link to her if I try hard enough.

“Get me help,
please. Find Jax, tell him everything. He won’t punish you, I’ll
make sure he doesn’t. Just get help.”
For a second I don’t know if she’s heard me because her
stance doesn’t change.

“I’m so sorry
for bringing you here, I don’t know what I was thinking,”
she replies, her eyes locked with
mine.

“Help get me
out of here then. He will kill me.”
My eyes turn to look up at Drake’s deadly ones, as he looks
between the two of us.

Chelsea bolts for the door, I
hear the tearing of clothes as she shifts into her wolf form and
heads into the dark night.

Drake stares at me for a few
moments with an odd expression on his face.

He tilts his head to the
side and squeezes my jaw a little tighter until I yelp from the
pain. “She’s gonna help you. Isn’t she?” He doesn’t wait for a
response from me, he stands up abruptly and I stumble over. I reach
for his leg but he’s too quick. He pulls the door open and runs
out.

I get to my feet and start
running after him screaming out.

“Run, Chelsea! He’s
coming! Run!” I scream as loud as I can, making my throat feel raw.
I’m yanked back by the hold on the chains, but they do allow me to
make it to the open door. In the moonlight I’m able to see Chelsea
running in her wolf form across the pasture toward the woods. Drake
is close behind, also in his large wolf form.

I scream out when he tackles
her to the ground. I can hear the growling and the sound of their
jaws snapping at each other.

I yank and pull at the chain
not caring that the metal is slicing into my skin.

“Faith, please
I need you.
Please, he’s
going to kill her.”
I continue
to cry out calling on my wolf, but nothing happens.

“Faith,
please… Faith! Where are you?”
I call and call but I can’t feel my wolf at all.

All of a
sudd
en I hear a loud howl and
then… Nothing.

“No. God, no.” I fall to
my knees sobbing in the doorway as I look out into the
pasture.

When Drake’s bloody wolf
appears out of the tall grass, I hurriedly limp back inside to my
place behind the sofa. I try pulling at the chain again to get
free, but it just won’t budge.

I grab the little lamp on the
table holding it tight, glaring at the door, waiting for him to
appear. My feet are pulled up to my chest and my hands tremble as I
stare at the door. I hear his low growling outside and then the
sound of his bones breaking into place, followed by heavy footsteps
up the wooden stairs.

He walks inside, naked and
covered in blood. I can’t help but cry louder as I hold the lamp in
my shaky hand.

“Just you and
me now, babe.
” He smirks,
slamming the door shut behind him.

“She must have linked to Jax,
he’s probably on his way right now.” I stutter willing to do
anything to keep him away. He starts laughing, chuckling so hard he
to has to hold his stomach to

try and catch his breath.

“We do have witches here too.”
I don’t know why he’s telling me this.

“Turns out those witches are
pretty damn crafty; they have spells for everything. Cloaking
spells, spells for scents….” He walks to where the chain is locked
around the base of the table and he unlocks it.

Wrapping the chain around his
fist, he starts pulling me towards him. “Spells to block
sounds….”

He continues talking,
each time dragging me closer toward him. I turn my body and try
reaching for the sofa, keeping one arm wrapped around the little
lamp. I lose my grip and start clawing at the floor in
desperation.

He continues, “…turns out they
even have spells for blocking pack links. It only works for a
couple of hours, but you won’t believe how effective it is. Your
pack members can’t get into your head, and you can’t call them out;
unless you’re face to face that is.”

No one’s going to find me. I’m
stuck here and it won’t be an easy death; he’s going to drag this
out as much as he possibly can.

In a last attempt to keep him
away, I throw the lamp at him but it falls to the floor shattering
the glass at his feet; he lets out deep laugh. I turn and start
scratching at the wooden floor as I try getting away from him, but
he yanks at the chain and I go flying backward.

“Come here!” He demands,
reaching for me. He grabs my shoulder and jerks me up in one go,
blood covers his face, neck and chest; Chelsea’s blood. He manages
to throw me over his shoulder despite my kicks and screams.

“Let me go, Drake. You don’t
want to do this. If Jax finds out, he’ll never forgive you!” I
scream as he throws me onto the bed I woke up in earlier.

He wraps the chain around the
pole on the headboard of the bed and saunters out of the room
naked. I yank at the chain, trying to get my foot out of the metal
ring that holds my foot tightly. I hear a shower turn on and I
frantically pull at the headboard trying to find a way to loosen
it, but it just won’t budge.