His Mate, His Girlfriend (Love and Ellis) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Love

I was tackled to the ground. The rogue punched me across the face hard, and blood rushed from my mouth. I tried to fight him off, but he was stronger. I managed to get a hit on him and pushed him off. I was about to get up when he kicked my legs. I fell back. The fight didn’t last long when the scarred rogue came and grabbed me, pulling me up by my hair. He pushed me against the tree.

Stay still,” he hissed, gripping my neck as he forced me to face the other rogue. I winced in pain when my backy hit the tree. I heard soft footsteps approaching us. The evil witch came into my line of vision. She was seething with anger as she glared at me.

“I was going to end you quickly, but now, I’ll have my fun torturing you,” she snickered. She grabbed the dagger and cut me across the stomach deeply. I screamed in pain.

“Someone gag her,” she ordered. I squirmed and kicked in the arms of the scarred rogue, but he held me in place The evil bitch smiled. She gripped my face roughly, her nails digging into my skin.

She makes a clean cut from my shoulder down my elbow. I gritted my teeth in pain. It hurt… So, so much.

“You deserve this,” she glared at me. I didn’t. This bitch was fucking sick in the head, and if I could, I’d kill her. She gripped my throat.

“You’re so sick in the head,” I grunted.

She slapped me. My eye wasn’t going to survive. I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I spit on her. She gasped, her brown eyes flashing green.

“Beat her before I finish her off,” she ordered the other rogue. He smirked and punched me in the stomach. The scarred rogue dropped me to the ground.

“I need to take a piss,” he said and left. The witch snarled at him. The other one continued to kick me over my body. He bent down and punched me hard,

“Who will think you’re pretty now?” This guy had something against me. I interlocked my fingers and swung at him. He staggered back and almost lost his balance. He wasn’t even strong.

He gripped my throat and lifted me.

“Enough,” the evil witch commanded softly.

She approached me, but I kicked her with my legs. I hated this woman so much. She not only took my lycan from me but hurt my daughter, too. She stared at me in frustration and confusion.

“You’re strong. I’ll give you that,” she murmured. She raised the dagger, ready to stab me. I closed my eyes.

Goddess, if I die tonight, I hope my children know I did everything to survive for them. I hope they know I love them so much. I thought.

The pain I anticipated didn’t come. The man holding me tensed. I slowly opened my eyes to see what was happening. The arms holding me loosened their grip, and the rogue holding me fell to the ground. My eyes met Maleck. In his hand was the heart of the man holding me.

“Hello, Love,” his deep voice greeted me. His tone was friendly.

His smile vanished as his eyes met the witch. All the color left her face.

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“What’s this, Damisha?” he asked, pointing at me. So her name was Damisha.

“This is for the best. Love will ruin you. I’m only trying to help you,” the witch said. I could hear apprehension in

her voice.

“I didn’t order this,” Maleck frowned as he stared at me again,

“You’ve ruined her face, too.”

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