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Chapter 162
“Yours.”
Forcibly trying to calm himself, Raizel shuts his eyes tight before sighing out. He wants to leave. I can
feel his growing outrage beginning to sp ik e again. He wants to kill Landon but knows he shouldn’t.
Sliding a hand down to his, I lace our fingers together and tug him in the direction of the van. I turn my
attention to the other wolves,
“We’re leaving with the Gam ma.”
This time, no protests come. Everyone merely splits apart to allow us through. Chamberlain’s
unconscious body being dragged to the detainment van coated in hard metals with inner silver walls.
The gazes of wolves following us as Raizel and I wordlessly enter the van. Isaac and Emerson
choosing to stay on guard with Chamberlain but before we enter, I can see an awestruck look on
Emerson’s face. A small smile gracing his features as he looks to me and mouths a soft, ‘thank you’.
Raizel was quiet. A hard look set in his expression but never letting go of my hand. His fingers curled
around mine as he stares out the window. The drive out quiet but when I look behind us, the wolves are
all fussing around Landon and my father. For a second, Landon’s eyes catch mine. A look of
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtoverwhelming sadness washing over him as he watches our van pull out fro the driveway.
Alpha, where are we going?
I look to Raizel. My eyes skim down his body, noting how he’d gotten scratches from Landon but
nothing too concerning. He was bleeding, covered in blood that was 95% not his with a look of
complete disarray. Dark hair messy and tousled, body glistening with sweat, shirt torn at the sleeves
and the hem. I lay my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes for a brief moment as I listened to his
heartbeats.
Ignis Red. Take us to Ignis Red.
“Welcome back Alph- what the f uck.”
Weston stops short when he sees Raizel and I. He takes a moment processing our ragged state before
freezing in his step. His eyes are wide open as he looks to Emerson for an explanation who instead
sends him a warning shake of the head.
The two seem to be communicating through mind link when understanding crosses his features. A
semblance of pity wallows in his expression. Whether if it was for me or Raizel, I wasn’t so sure of.
Williams’ unit carries Chamberlain down to the cells, Isaac following them close behind for safety
measures leaving Raizel, Weston, Emerson and I in front of the pack house porch. It’s silent. Tense
and unbelievably uncomfortable.
Weston looks ready to say something, but Raizel tugs me behind him as he walks into the pack house.
His hand still holding mine tightly as he leads us to the living room. He takes a few long, quick strides
toward the stairs when we pass by some of his pack members. Their expressions morphing from
confusion to joy when they see our locked hands.
The feeling I get from Ignis Red territory was very similar to the feeling I first got at Greyhound territory-
home.
My wolf marvels at the sight. She doesn’t hide her peaking interest in the interior designs, feel and
decorations on the walls and floors. Her favorite being the smell of the place, Raizel’s scent is thick
around the pack house, all over the furniture and halls. She got excited when he led us to the roomak
tve very top floor where his scent lingers the most
Chapter 162
His room.
He yanks the door open, pulling me inside with him before slamming it shut and pushing me against
the wood. My heart was beating out of my chest. Adrenaline, excitement, nervousness all pooling in the
pit of my stomach when he drops his head to my shoulder.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRaizel is still far too tense. The blood splattered all over his heaving form dried up and stained him for
all to see. The cold, distant look in his eyes is so different from when he looks at me. Maybe that’s why
he didn’t. Not once has he met my eyes since we left Nightwake. From the way Emerson kept glancing
over to our clasped hands earlier before, I could guess that these ‘episodes’ of his happen a lot. Or
rather, that these episodes are hard to contain.
I wrap my arms around his torso, carefully making sure not to press on any of his scratches. I doubt he
would’ve even noticed. He barely winced when Landon scratched him- possibly because he didn’t even
realize.
We stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Just holding each other without a word. His scent
mixing with mine, his heartbeat falling into pace with mine, his breathing slowing down like mine.
Touches for more than the sake of it. My fingers glide down his back, tracing the lines and curves of his
muscles.
He shivers against me. A ripple of pleasure passing between us. I pull back, staring down at his body
and take his hand. He doesn’t say anything, but he arches an eyebrow at me, I simple smile, clasping
my fingers around his and pull him to the direction of the bathroom. The door was wide open, a large
bath at the wall and a shower at the corner. Flicking the light open, I lead him inside. I push him to the
shower until he’s standing right under the shower head.
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