My Only Love [PG13+] *EDITING*

6. Forget Me

Writing this made me want to cry! Granted it's not going to end for a while but still! I don't know if you'll see this coming but I hope you like it! I tried to stretch it out and make it longer but I have plans for the next chapter already! Anyway, I hope you like it and Fan/Comment/Vote!
P.S. Some people might be wondering why Gabby always refers to him as "The Bastard" but all will be revealed shortly :) 
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- Hilda

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Six 

I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was supposed to be dead! On the cold ground like my father was. He was supposed to rot in fucking hell. But he stood here with his hand raised still wanting to hit me even when he already had. 

I remember the pleasure the pleasure he took from hurting me. It seems that some things haven’t changed. The next few seconds surprised me. Jarred punched the bastard in the face. The punch through him off and he fell to the floor. He stood up grinning and wiped the blood on his face off. Jarred through a good punch...I’d have to thank him for that later. 

“Gabrielle, Leave!” Jarred ordered me. I felt my legs get up unconsciously—I wouldn’t have even realized I was about to go until I reached the archway that led back towards the lecture halls. 

I couldn’t think but I shook my head at him. The shock in his face blew me away.  I didn’t know why but I couldn’t possibly leave Jarred here to be...killed most likely by the bastard. I stood up and heard him chuckle. 

“Oh, Elle. You filled up nicely since last time.” He gestured towards my body. Even being beaten and bloodied his powerful aura radiated out of him. 

I knew I wasn’t wearing his usual whore clothes. I’d strayed far away from those since the time I ran away. Still...the disgusting look on his face made me want to dig a hole, crawl into it or die. My subconscious then whispered a random thought: Jarred. You can’t leave him here. 

I winced at what my subconscious did next: In my head a picture started to form. It was the bastard holding Jarred on headlock. My head was screaming—wanting me to fight how afraid I was so that I would just stand by Jarred, allow him to hold me in my arms. I couldn’t register the thoughts—I just knew that if anything hurt him that I would die. I would die. 

He smirked and gave me a cocky smile. “Say goodbye.” I didn’t get the words  out of my mouth before he snapped Jarred’s head leaving his cold, lifeless body on the ground. 

My insides twisted. Why did I just see that? As a Riser the powers and abilities we had always added-there was always more to learn, more to explore about the powers we were given. Damn our elders for thinking there should be spontaneously powerful wolves. I thought. Ugh. 

“Elle are you just going to stand there?” the bastard started to ask, “Or are you going to use some of that ‘magic’ you have to protect him and yourself.” He smirked.

What...how did he know that my powers had risen? Of course he would somehow feel it. Alpha’s could always feel power—they were pretty much drawn to it. 

“Why are you here? You’re supposed to be—,” and he cut me off again.

“Dead? Yes. That little stunt you pulled took a while for me to begin reviving myself. Good thing my guys were there and immediately listened to my orders. You should have stayed long enough, Elle. Didn’t you know that the one who kills the Alpha becomes the next in line? Even if you are a she-wolf you still get immediate placement because of your father’s blood.”