The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: One Hundred & Thirty Seven

(Seriously. More Violence)

Valka

But he responds just as swiftly. In the next moment, he isn’t in front of me anymore and I am being hoisted off the ground and flung across the room. I hit the wall in a crash, but I am past feeling pain. Adrenaline flares hot and hard, and when he reaches me, I am up on my feet, swinging again.

Cheek, jaw, collarbone, chest, eye. The wood snaps an edge on his skin with an unclean sound. He stumbles backward clutching his bleeding face. "Back to raging like an animal, I see." He lets his hand fall and I see the excitement in his eyes. "Gods, but no one else makes me feel so... alive."

He punches me. I hear something crack in the back of my head as I hit the wall. I don’t feel it. I swing. He catches my wrist and twists it. My cry is not one of pain but outrage as he wrenches the wood from my hand and smashes the side of my head in with it.

I stumble, but I don’t fall. I take a wild, leaping run, meeting him with a madness I cannot control. I land on him like a mountain cat, legs wrapped around his torso, and he jerks his head back, preventing me from biting his neck. But my filed teeth close around his left ear.

And when he tears me off him, I take his ear along with me.

He howls in outrage, the cry shaking the walls. He touches his ear and fury bleeds the grey of his eyes to molten gold, swirling in black. "I’m going to rip you to pieces," he tells me.

Rafael beats me with the sole devotion of a man whose only purpose on earth is to inflict pain. He breaks my arms. He breaks my legs. He bashes my skull in. My jaw cracks. My lips torn up. And when he believes himself done, he tears off my dress, pressing me against the ground.

"I’m going to fuck you to fucking death, Valka," he snarls, breath hot against my cheek. "I’ll do it while your mate tears apart this castle looking for you."

I should be gone. I was gone. My body was a map of broken lines, every path leading toward an ending.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I could barely remember where I was or where my limbs are.

I don’t fully understand what happens next as he undoes his britches. He lowers his weight onto me--and my body responds.

Not my mind. Not my will. My body.

It snaps back.

Rafael’s hands freeze. He feels it. He feels me changing beneath him, and he scrambles back from me, eyes filled with horror. He’s had that look on his face before. It’s the same one from the war camp, when he’d called me a monster.

Something ancient and merciless looks through my eyes. My lips peel back from my teeth. A snarl tears out of me, guttural and wrong and perfect. I’m so... hungry.

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