Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250 He Was Scared of a Bracelet

Chapter 250 He Was Scared of a Bracelet

Tristan got flattened.

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If Lucian hadn’t had Adrian’s back more times than he could count, he wouldn’t even touch this mess.

Of all people, he had to pick Gillian.

“Commander, Tris wasn’t in his right mind, but he did help Mrs. Cole today. If he doesn’t get treated, his primal core’s gonna blow. Should I take him to Captain Sterling?”

“Tris is old enough.” Merrick’s face was stone. He brushed at his collar like it needed straightening and didn’t. “Haul him out. When he’s patched up, ship him to Timberton City. His fiancée’s waiting.”

Adrian could tell Merrick was really furious.

That’s just cruel. Everyone knows Tristan joined the 9th Legion to run from his marriage. And now it’s all blown up in his face.

“Yes, sir.” He didn’t dare breathe another word. He grabbed Tristan and dragged him.

Merrick strode back to the flyer.

Lily and Ruby had heard the noise and bolted out, but all they caught was the flyer lifting off toward the Griffin Warship.

“Dad Merrick took Mom without us?”

Neither of them was happy about not being brought along.

The whole ride back, Gillian leaned on his shoulder, her face flushed from the heat powder, little sounds escaping her every now and then. Every one of them pulled at him.

When they reached the Griffin Warship, nobody dared breathe as Merrick walked through. His face was murder.

The female in his arms was clearly hurt, her face buried against his chest. His crew knew exactly who she was-Merrick’s wife, Gillian.

He didn’t stop until he reached his quarters. He gently laid her on the bed.

Gillian whispered, “Merrick?”

“What hurts?” His hand cupped her cheek.

She shook her head and grabbed his hand. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He stripped off his bio-armor to his trousers and sat beside her.

Then he peeled hers off, and the second he saw what was underneath, his face flickered.

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Chapter 250 He Was Scared of a Bracelet

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“Does it still hurt?”

Her skin was covered in tiny red puncture marks. They’d stopped bleeding, but they hadn’t healed, still clustered and raw.

“It doesn’t hurt. It never really hurt. I’m fine. Once my healing power’s back, it’ll clear up.” Her voice went thin. “Merrick, do I look disgusting? That blood skin was vile. If you hadn’t felt the bond go off, I’d be dead.”

“You’re beautiful. My wife is the most beautiful woman in the Void Star.”

Merrick opened the metal case beside the bed–it was packed full of blackstones. He pushed them within her reach, pulled her close to him, and pressed a piece into her palm.

“Gillian, there’s plenty. Absorb it.”

His thumb traced her flushed cheek, and his eyes were all ache.

Her face went redder. Her sweaty hand worked the blackstone, pulling energy in weak pulses.

“Merrick, why are you holding me? You’re kind of digging into me.”

His beast aura was smothering her, and the heat powder had her wanting things. At this rate, she wasn’t healing anything.

“Gillian, you got dosed with heat powder. Let me fix it. Unless you don’t want me to. You want some young punk to do it instead?”

Merrick took her other hand and kissed her knuckles softly. His lips burned so hot she could barely absorb the blackstone.

“What punk? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Then it clicked. He was eating himself alive over Tristan.

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