Tempted By my Evil Lycan Stepbrother novel Chapter 79

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Chapter 79: Don’t Touch Her!

Riley’s POV

My fingers closed around the dagger.

The metal was cool, elegant, perfectly balanced, A weapon made for a clean kill.

I hated how natural it felt in my hand.

I lifted my head and glared at Ezra. “You’re insane,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Stop it…Take it back.”

He didn’t even blink, just staring right back at me icily.

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Maybe under different circumstances I could have fought him. Maybe I could have thrown the dagger into the hedge, cursed him out, and stormed away.

But the mate bond had tightened around me the second he gave the order. I could feel it now like invisible chains wrapping around my ribs, my throat, my spine. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to resist, and every part of that cursed bond was pushing me in the opposite direction.

My pulse was pounding so hard it made my vision blur.

Ezra’s eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and unreadable. “Do it.” He repeated.

My breath caught.

I wanted to tell him to go to hell. I’d never forgive him for this.

Yet instead, my legs moved.

It felt like stepping into deep water while my own body no longer belonged to me. I turned away from Ezra with the dagger gripped so tightly my knuckles hurt and walked down the rose path toward that young man waiting.

He turned when he heard me coming.

For one strange second, everything around him seemed too bright-the red roses, the white gravel, the sunlight on his hair. He was handsome, I registered dimly. Young. Elegant. Dressed like every polished noble son I had ever wanted to avoid.

His face lit up the moment he saw me, and he started saying something to me. Warm, charming, probably meant to be reassuring.

I didn’t hear a single word. I just vaguely saw his lips moving.

All I could hear was the blood roaring in my ears and that horrible, relentless pull in my chest.

Stop.

Please stop!!!

I tried to slow down. I tried to dig my heels into the path, to force my fingers open, to throw the dagger away before I got close enough to do real damage.

But the mate bond kept tightening, squeezing, pushing, demanding.

The young man smiled and took a step toward me. He probably wanted to shake my hand or something “Lady Riley, do you want to take a walk around the…are you alright? You look pale

Then my hand moved.

The blade flashed once. Then a wet sound split the air.

His smile vanished.

“AHHH!!”

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He stumbled back with a sharp cry, one hand flying to his side where blood was spreading through his clothes.

I stood on my spot, breathing violently. The scarlet red on his clothes made my eyes sting. The cut wasn’t deep enough to kill But it was just enough to make the whole world snap back into focus.

Oh God.

Oh God, I did that. I hurt somebody completely innocent just because Ezra asked me to!

Horror surged through me so hard I almost threw up.

I thought the bond would loosen now that I had obeyed. But it didn’t. It wrapped around me so fightly that I felt suffocating. Even my wolf groaned in pain.

Ezra ordered me to kill him. Not just hurt him. This whole thing wouldn’t stop until I drew this fucking dagger into his heart.

The young man was staring at me in shock, clutching his wound. Somewhere beyond the hedge, people started shouting. My mother’s voice rose high and shrill. Footsteps pounded over gravel.

I looked down at the blood on the dagger. My hand was shaking, ready for another stab.

…I was a healer.

That was the first clear thought that cut through the panic.

I healed people. I protected them. I pulled others back from the edge,

I did not stand in a fucking rose garden and drive steel into a stranger just because my mate was angry and jealous and powerful enough to make my body betray me.

I must take back control.

Before anyone reached me, I turned the blade toward myself and drove it in.

“NO!!!!” somebody roared behind me nearby.

Pain exploded white-hot under my ribs.

The force knocked the air out of me. My knees buckled almost immediately. The dagger slipped from my fingers and hit the gravel with a soft metallic sound.

People were yelling now.

I heard my mother. A man shouting for healers.

And there was another familiar voice, deeper and more furious than all the others, roaring my name.

Then the ground tilted. The roses blurred into streaks of red.

Strong arms caught ine before I hit the gravel.

For one dizzy second I thought maybe it was Ezra. Maybe it was the young man. Maybe it was both of them at once, just hands and voices and chaos closing in from every side.

Then everything went black.

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said a deep, cold voice.

My gaze shifted to the side

Ezra was sitting there by the window.

I hadn’t seen him this furious before. His elbows rested on his knees, his handsɗasped so tightly I could see the every finger

He stood up the moment I looked over.

Then he crossed the space between us in two strides and seized my wrist before I could even push myself upright

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he snapped.

His fingers locked around my pulse hard enough to make it jump.

My throat was dry, but I still managed a cold laugh.

“What do you mean, what was I thinking? I’m a healer, Ezra,”

He stared at me.

I yanked my wrist, but he didn’t let go.

“Theal people,” I hissed, my voice shaking now with anger and leftover shock. “I don’t stab them in rose gardens because my mate tells me to!”

“No. I think you hurt yourself because you didn’t want to hurt him,” he said flatly.

I blinked.

What the hell was he talking about?

His grip tightened. “You’d rather put a knife in your own body than let him bleed. That’s how belly you wanted to protect future husband. Do you really want to marry him that bad?!”

I almost laughed at how absurd it sounded.

I had stabbed myself because I couldn’t live with becoming that kind of monster. But he thought I had done it for another Disappointment hit harder than anger. I had thought he knew me better than that. Maybe that was my mistake

“You really don’t understand me at all,” I said quietly.

His jaw hardened. “Then tell me how the hell am I supposed to understand this.

Hooked at him and saw only accusation, only jealousy, only that same stubborn male certainy that whatever i had dur, Bhad been because of another man.

So I turned my face away.

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