Run While You Still Can

24. How About A Good Run

Cas's wounds sizzled as Alex's claws burn his flesh. His face was twisted in pain but he kept quiet, just like I had asked him to. Alex had always been hot-headed, even without the Wolf traits. It was something I had liked about him upon our first encounter. He did what he wanted and when he wanted.

My father had never approved of our ''union'' since Alex was from another branch of the pack, he wasn't even Alpha blood. But I didn't care. I was young, carefree, the next in line to the biggest pack on earth and the heir of the Draygovich House. Plus, union was a big word. The only thing that had ever united were our twisted minds and our bodies twisted together.

The memory of his skin touching mine caused me to cringe, a displeasing shiver running down my spine. Funny how something that used to bring me pleasure now makes me want to hurl.

'What? Are you imagining what's going to happen to you next? He taunted, his words invading my mind again.

'Nope, just remembering how bad you were in bed.' Okay, pissing him off wasn't the best of plans, especially since he had his claws phalange deep in my mate.

He bared his black teeth at me, letting out a deep, guttural growl. 'Your mother never seemed to mind.'

I immediately gagged, the flashbacks overwhelming my poor already scarred brain. I clasped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from throwing up.

It had been a long, exhausting training session but I was somewhat pleased. The new generation was shaping itself into being a fierce batch of Wolves and they hadn't gone easy on me, which was good.

I had decided to go through my mother's quarters instead of walking outside for some reason that, after some thought, I couldn't quite recall. It had been about 800 years ago, I was bound to forget some details. But the scene that I had watched unfold before me would be forever scarred in my brain.

'The thought still bothers you, doesn't it? I've always been bigger on more experienced women, not a poor spoiled soon-to-be Alpha.' He chuckled, clearly trying to push my buttons.

'You guys were made for each other. Heartless, disloyal, pissed at the world for everything instead of blaming themselves. I bet you make the power couple in Hell.'

He emitted a strange noise, clasping down on an already struggling Castiël. He looked between Alex and I, questions filling his poor confused eyes. He had never been part of the pack; therefore, he wasn't part of the pack mind link. He couldn't hear a word Alex and I were exchanging which was something good in the long run.

The blazing markings snaking around his smoke fur seemed to pulse as he growled louder, his muzzle twitching. Ah, so I had hit a sore spot. Maybe, maybe if I could somehow continue to distract him, I could... do what exactly? There was no way to notify Cas of my intentions. What if instead Alex decided to maul him to death instead?

Urgh, this sucked. If I distracted Alex enough and he turned his anger on Cas, I would be able to flee. That was the right plan, right? It was what I had to do to ensure my survival and keep my oath to my father.

But, unfortunately, something in me tugged as the thought crossed my mind. The bond between my father and I had always been steel strong, unflinching. Everything he ordered me to do, I would carry out immediately, without second thought. But now...

My eyes flickered to him, only to notice him already analyzing me. His eyes were confused and pain stricken but they somehow managed to remain soft. Why did his eyes have to be so enticing and deep? Like he knew my every thought and intentions.