Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

“What the f****k are you doing at my table?” I growl when I find James sitting there having breakfast as if he hadn’t once again come into my home to destroy the very little peace our family can get. When he looks up at me a massive grin spreads across his face. I rip him out of the chair and slam him against the wall cracking it in the process. He groans, his bright red eyes flaring back at me. “Feel better?” he chokes out a laugh. “There’s no one here to stop me from tearing you apart, you piece of s****,” I growl. “You’re rattled,” he smiles. “You like this one. You know, I noticed you have type, Jo. You don’t want a mate or a partner. You want a project. Something you can fix. Something to satisfy your need to save everyone around you, golden boy. “And she’s absolutely perfect for you, isn’t she, brother?” he laughs. “I bet that damaged little b***h really gets you off with those big beautiful sad eyes and all those self-destructive tendencies. “Let me tell you something I haven’t been able to. You’re not the hero of our story, Jonas. You’re not the victim who lost his mate. You’re the cause of all of this. You ruined my life, you ruined Evie’s life, and you’re going to ruin that wolf past the point of no return. That’s what you truly are, big brother. You will forever be known as the Cursed King. Even after you save all of them and kill me. I wish you no love or happiness in the name of all the lives you destroyed,” “You need to leave,” Perry’s voice catches me by surprise. “I’m not going to let him kill you like this. When you die, I’m going stream it for everyone, everywhere to see,” James turns his attention to her and then back at me. The look in his eyes tells me he didn’t expect me to do that to her. He released my wrists and nods. I let him go and he ducks out from under me. “Come back here again and I’ll bite,” she growls at him with all the aggression she used to kill the artist. Yet, she seems to be herself. Her demeanor is calm. Nothing like his. If she’s feral, there are no signs of it outside the sweet burning scent of sugar that makes my mouth water. Her hair is pulled back into two little buns on the top of her head. The marks on display for everyone to see. My heart

hammers in my chest and I have to remind myself that they’re not there for my pleasure. “I gave you an opening, Sweetheart. It was s***d of you to just stand there and not take it,” he looks between us. “I never told you I wanted to escape him. I gave you one job and you proved to be just as useless as I believed you to be. I guess I owe you a thanks for getting that thing off me. I can shift now. “As you can see from the pretty marks on my King’s face. It’s not going to end well for you. Why don’t you ask the other Lycans to show you the artist who did this to me?” she points at her face. “I bet you’d get a kick out of it,” “We’ll see,” he smiles at her and then looks at me. “I can see why you’re so smitten, brother. You did always like your women beastly. You should have rejected her, Jonas. It looks to me like you’ve finally found the one. Peas in a f****ng pod,” He tosses her necklace on the ground between us and walks backward until he leaves the dining room and then disappears. She’s wearing a pair of sweats and one of my T-shirts. She steps forward and picks the necklace up. She holds it up and lets out a heavy sigh. “He’s right you know,” she says making my stomach churn more than it already is. “And you get to see me die knowing that you can’t really ever save me properly,” I don’t recognize the tone in her voice. It’s calm, almost like it’s trying to soothe me. “I find comfort in the fact that you will never know love like the love I had for Darren. “That’s why you like my soul entwined with yours, isn’t it? You’ve never known that love and you want it even if it’s secondhand. Even when it doesn’t belong to you. You’re f***g pathetic, Lycan King,” 09:57 Fri, Oct 18Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.