Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

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I remember my first rampage. Everything was red then too. I remember the panicked feeling. The desperation I felt when I tried to reach out to my mate to find nothing. The pain tore apart my soul when I reached for the small bump to find there was nothing left. It wasn't the first time I had to come to terms with being left behind but it was the final straw. "Were you ever a good person?" I ask him.

"No," he answers honestly. "I started cleaning up my father's***t since I could shift. He wanted Jonas to be the King who took Lycans out of the hole we lived in. He gave him everything. To do that, he had to fix the mess he had created. Jonas doesn't know, but my mother does. She knows everything. It's why she won't banish me. It's the reason why we don't speak of Queen Evangeline. You weren't chosen by chance. That f**ing psychoed him right to you," A roar in the distance has him on his feet. The King appears out of the darkness. He runs into the cemetery in his lycan form. He stops a few feet away taking in the scene. I stand up and dust my bottom before jumping down to go over to him. "If she was an alpha and she hesitated to reject her mate for you, it wasn't a hesitation over what she might have believed in. It was a hesitation on her feelings for you or the position she was to take at your side. Did you offer her the world too?" "She loved me," he growls.

"When you love someone, you don't hesitate. I didn't. My mate didn't. As a wolf, even after a mark is placed on us, we can still reject it. You killed your brother's mate and your niece. You can spin it around any way you want, but the truth will always be the truth. Feral or not. You're a killer and she didn't want you the way you think she did. What you are doing is selfish.

"You don't have the capacity to lead. Your father knew that and he gave you a purpose. It was you who let it break you. You telling me that Lycans deal in wolf trade isn't news to me. I can also care less. In this world, you either serve or you lead," "What do you do?" he scoffs.

"I serve. I have always served and I will continue to serve until my last breath. Leading is boring. Superficial. There's no fun in being a master. And the funny thing about leaders is that se***s don't need them. They need us. Think about that as you make your next move. I decline your offer, James Prince, Mostly because I know you can't deliver. Partially because I like you. It's not every day two feral beasts can sit and talk like this. This is one for the history books," "You only have half the information," he growls when the King holds out his hand for me to take. I place my hand on his giant clawed finger.

"Information only holds power over those who fear it,"

"It is expected of the daughter of Malikai Nelson to fear no one, huh?" he laughs. Hearing my father's name fills me with a special kind of rage. "Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all," "I guess not," I turn back to face him. "It would be in your best interest to remember that. I've been alone my entire life-and have been able to fend off his enemies just fine. You're one Lycan. I've tasted the blood of many different monsters. Monsters a lot scarier than you. Knowing my name only makes this personal,

"It got personal the moment you let him put that mark on you, he shouts accusingly

"You should know he's done a lot more than that. A whole lot more. If it's half of what he did to her. I can tell you now that in the two years that you were gone. She didn't spare you a single f***ng thought, Little Prince. Selfish little wannabes like you only care about their own pleasure and by the looks of you. You can't even get that right,"

He growls releasing his claws. The King pulls me to him tucking me under him as he faces off with his brother. He looks at him and then scoffs.

****k you, Jonas, he shakes his head. "You always just get whatever the **** you want. You're already in love with her. I see it

in the way you look at her when she's turned away. I see it in the way it keeps you up at night. I saw it when those wolves dragged her into that packhouse and knelt her down before you

"Gorgeous things, wolves. So small and agreeable. It's why I didn't kill her the night she arrived. You saw hope in her. You can kill me now, brother. I will die happy knowing that when she f***g gets herself killed the only person who will suffer is you think you.

It will hurt so badly that everything in your life will lose its meaning. They call you the miracle king. What do they y will call you when she dies and you go feral?"

"The Feral King has a nice ring to it," I say reaching up to loop ny arm around the King's neck. He holds his hand out for me so that I can climb up onto his back. "A King is willing to make that sacrifice for his people. The only thing you have ever sacrificed was your life for the rock you sleep against every night. If you ever speak to him like that again, I'll break your ***g teeth, a***le,"Material © NôvelDrama.Org.