The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Ninety Seven

It happens too fast. I barely get the time to react.

Lucien... he moves.

I understand why he wastes no second. Because a few seconds is all he has before the poison spreads and renders him completely useless, powers gone, limbs weakened, until eventually, he blacks out. Such is the effect of ash and silver.

But I’d never seen him fight, never seen him move to kill like he meant it, and so it strikes me stupid.

That even with the poison flowing through his veins, he’s killed six of them before they even realize he’s in their midst. Torn to pieces. Bones snapped like twigs. Blood sprays the frost, turning white into scarlet. Fear locks me in place, my lips parting in horror and mild fascination as the screaming begins, bodies dropping like flies, parts coming apart limb from limb.

Seconds. Half one second, he falters, his

But he falters a step, his body seizing twice, and I abandon the cloak, screaming at him to look out. But I’m not fast enough, not loud enough.

And another arrow lands in his back.

Another to his knee. All at once. Then another. Then three, four, five--

He doesn’t fall.

He roars. The sound shakes the ground. It sounds like the death cry of something divine. And it carves something fresh open inside me, making me double over with a sharp cry.

But the next volley comes harder. Faster.

Ten, eleven arrows bite into him before he finally stumbles, a single knee hitting the snow. I reach him then, knees slamming into the snow. It is more instinct than will to place myself in front of him.

"Hold!" A voice calls out sharply, halting the onslaught, but I don’t hear them as my hands rove over his body, at the blood. Gods, there’s so much of it. Tears spring to my eyes as he lifts his head, eyes glazed slightly with pain.

"Are you... crying?" he asks, breaths laboured, pupils blown wide with all the poison and he sways slightly.

"Why would you head first into danger like that? Have you lost your mind?!"

"I... was trying... to impress you." His eyes manage to focus on my cheek for one second, on the tear rolling down. "Fuck. If I knew it’d take dying to express your unending love for me, I’d have done it sooner."

I am ripped away from him by unseen hands, dragged really, as I shriek, something raw and fragile cracking inside me as a man kicks him in the jaw, forcing him to the ground.

"Lucien!" My voice rips out of me raw, trembling. I don’t even remember moving or shoving the male off. I’m just there, on my feet again, heart splitting as his body slumps forward into the snow.

He lays motionless, chest rising in thin, terrible pulls, hair matted with grit and blood. He coughs once, a sound like a person trying to force a laugh and failing. Blood smears his lips.

Strong fingers catch my hair, hurling me back against an armoured chest, and a foul breath says against my ear, "We have a message for you, bitch queen. His Majesty says, Watch, darling, how easy it is to lose everything when you choose the wrong side. Watch the animal die. Let it cleave your soul apart. And whatever pieces are left of you, I’ll fuck back together."

"Stop!" I yell, struggling, as the eight left, surround him, the one at the forefront of the group unsheathing his sword. "Stop. Please stop it. Gods, please stop."

But it doesn’t come. Not the whisper. So damned useless when I need it.

And as the male swings vehemently for Lucien’s head, something inside me snaps.

The world blurs red.

I spring before my feet remembers how, moving like all the training and the bone-deep thing inside me had been waiting for a command it never received. I launch myself at the man with the sword, my legs wrapping around his armoured waist, hands grabbing his head and my canines sink into his neck.

He gurgles, hands grabbing the back of my shirt to hurl me off. But I don’t budge, sinking my elongating canines that stretch into fangs deeper, wrenching vein from flesh and when I am finally pulled off him, there’s a chunk of his neck in my mouth.

He’s dead before he ever reaches the ground.

"Moon fucking goddess--" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

I am engineered to protect what is mine. I lose function of my brain, my body, for minutes. There are only two words in my ears. Kill. Protect. Kill. Protect.

Next.

Adrenaline is a sharp, hot blade. I have killed before, but never with the blindness of someone with everything to lose.

Next.

Next.

My sight blurs as the male picks me up by the front of my tunic and snarls in my face, "Stupid whore."

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