Beasty | First Draft Sample

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Another death. Another life, taken, before its time. Another soul wasted instead of mine. Another person's breath lost, to having it end up with saving mine.

I just could not take it.

I couldn't take another loss. I couldn't let another person go.

I couldn't go over the process of crying and crying and crying. I could not live through seeing the effect another life so important in mine, had on others. I couldn't hear another round of ridiculous things from ridiculous people who could not find anything better than 'he's in a better place now' or 'It was God's will' to say, hoping it would make me feel better. Because God blast it all, it wasn't! It wasn't God's will and Jaydin was not in a better place! Jaydin was dead! When he could have lived! With Abigail. With us. And God blast it all, I didn't think anything anyone could ever say could make me feel better anymore.

I had lost another important piece of my heart. Just ripped away. My best friend.

Mum, dad, Lizzy, Garret, and now Jaydin. Another one to add to the list. Another one that went when I could have.

The worst part was... this time I couldn't even delude myself into moving on. This time, it was as clear as a blank sheet of paper. It was my fault.

"Mine,"

I stilled.

My brain halfway numb as I blinked away the tear and glanced up at a completely destroyed looking Abigail. Her eyes only on Jaydin.

I sobbed harder when a loud cry wrenched out of her lips and she fell on the floor, her head on Jaydin's belly, her hands clutching to his shirt.

"Jay... mine..." Abigail chocked out again between her sobs and I felt my heart sink, the meaning of the word finally settling into my brain.

My almost blurry eyes widened as I watched Abigail mourn for her soulmate.

I felt like dying. I'd ruined two lives, in one go. This was all my fault.

"Abigail. Move back." Romanov suddenly spoke up and I snapped my gaze to his, my mouth agape at his harsh tone.

Clutching harder to Jaydin's shirt Abigail let out low wounded growl, "Piss off!"

Romanov let of a warning growl of his own, "Abigail stop being so foolish in your sorrow to forget that his blood is still warm!"

My jaw dropped even more. The underlying anger in me rising. As far as I could see, Romanov was being completely unfair. Strangely, Romanov's words seemed to settle into Abigail's mind and she suddenly stilled. Instantly, she moved back and bowed.

"Your Majesty—p—please,"

I watched, dumbstruck, as Romanov walked over to a limp, lifeless Jaydin, and getting on his knees, ripped his shirt open. Jaydin's chest become visible and I blinked. The numbness filling through me. I didn't know what to think anymore.

Leaning forward, Romanov hesitated, he turned slightly until his eyes found mine. Slowly his gaze moved back to Jaydin and then wrenching a scream out of me, Romanov mercilessly sunk his canines straight into the middle of Jaydin's chest!

My whole body shook as I found myself shuffling back, the sure sore spots from being pushed to the floor, bruising already, as I dragged myself against the solid wood, away from Romanov and Jaydin.

"Call Berlin's Alpha, the Royal Beta, and the Royal Delta," Romanov ordered as he stood back up, wiping the blood off of his mouth with the back of his hand. His worried eyes found mine again and I instantly looked back at Jay. My eyes on the large wound in the middle of his chest now.