The Lycan King's Wrong Obsession novel Sorin Carter (by Circeleari) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Ariel!”

The metallic stench of blood is still in the air when Wade stormin.

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I don’t need to look up. I can already feel his scent clawing at my throat like a noose. Spice, cedar, betrayal. His aura crashes into the dungeon like a fucking tidal wave–furious, righteous, it as if he’s the one who’s been caged and tortured and lied to for months.

Figures.

“Ariel!” His boots thud over the stone floor as he drops to his knees beside her.

She sobs harder, relieved now that he’s here. Fucking perfectly ned. I almost roll my eyes if not for the actual threat of losing what little dignity I have left.

“I—I just wanted to talk to her,” she whimpers, clinging to his shirt with shaking fingers, her bloody arm cradled like she’s the Virgin Mary giving birth to a martyr. “I thought maybe she was ready. I wanted to make peace, Wade. She seemed calmer… I thought… I thought I could just–maybe–help her understand.”

Help?

What a fucking joke.

He stiffens. I hear it. The way his breath catches, just once. The way his fingers flex like he’s about to go feral.

“She what?” he asks, barely audible.

Ariel sniffles, curling deeper into him like a kicked puppy. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have come. I upset her… and she just snapped. She was angry, and she–I guess I pushed too hard.”

Her voice cracks like a porcelain doll falling apart. “Don’t be mad at her. I just wanted to help… I’m sorry…”

She’s unbelievable. I mean, fucking Oscar–worthy.

I finally look up. My hands are clenched so tight on my lap that my nails have broken skin. The knife Ariel threw is still near my ankle. It’s not touching me, but it might as well be lodged in my fucking chest.

Wade slowly turns toward me. His eyes are blazing, fury thick and venomous. “Sorin,” he growls. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You fucking tried to kill her?” he added. “Haven’t you done enough, Sorin? You poisoned me, you tried to take the pack down with your treachery, and now you want to murder her too

I snort. “Theatrical much?”

His voice booms, cutting the air in half. “This isn’t a fucking joke!”

“You seriously believe this?” I mutter, leaning back against the stone wall. “She stabbed herself. You walked in too fast to see it!”

Ariel sniffles, and her voice is trembling. “N–No, don’t blame her It’s my fault. I upset her. I pushed too hard… She didn’t mean to…” She trails off, blinking up at Wade with teary doe eye that scream fuck me like I’m fragile.

He falls for it. Of course he does. The idiot always loved his wonen pathetic.

“No. Don’t do that.” He turns sharply to me. “Don’t you dare take the blame for her mistake, Ariel. Sorin’s always had a

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temper. But this–his voice drops, sharp and dangerous “Try to kill you?”

“I didn’t.” I snap. “She-

But I stop.

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My jaw clenches. I want to scream. To throw the blood–soaked kite right back into her smug, face and maybe wound her this time–at least then I’d have something to admit to. But the look at Wade, really look at him

His mind is already made up.

The way his eyes won’t even scan the scene logically, how he wont even consider that I could be innocent–it’s all written there. I could swear on the Moon Goddess herself and he still wouldn’t believe me,

So I breathe in.

I breathe out.

And I say it.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I did it.”

His eyes widen. Ariel lets out a little gasp, it’s as if she didn’t expect me to admit it so easily. That makes two of us.

“I tried to kill her,” I say louder this time, my voice flat, “Is that what you want to hear, Wade?”

Silence.

The silence is heavier than any cell they ever locked me in.

“You’re not even going to try to defend yourself?” he asks, slowly rising to his feet.

I shrug, picking at the raw skin on my palm. “Would it even maler?”

Wade’s face twitches. Just a flash–confusion? Regret? Something not entirely hatred–but it’s gone fast.

“You’re not the Sorin I remember,” he mutters.

Good. Because the girl he remembers died the day he didn’t believe her.

“You’re hurt,” he adds up, looking me up and down. “Is there something going on? Did something happen to you here?”

The fucking audacity.

I laugh. I laugh–bitter and broken and sharp like glass in the throat.

“You’re asking me now?” I croak. “After everything?”

His mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Before either of us can say anything more, Ariel groans dramatically, clutching her arm like she’s about to fucking die from blood loss. “It… it really hurts…”

Oh, cry me a river.

Wade turns and stiffens. He looks like he’s about to scoop her up as her goddamn knight in shining armor–but then he pauses, glancing at me.

“Send for a healer,” he says instead, waving at a nearby pack war or near the door. “Carry her back to the packhouse.

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Carefully.”

Ariel blinks. “Wade-?”

“You’re bleeding,” he says, cool and distant now. “Don’t argue.”

Her expression cracks for a split second–barely noticeable if you didn’t know her. But I do.

That flash of annoyance? That little glint of not getting her way?

Yeah. I drink it in.

“Be careful with her,” Wade barks, then nods at the others. “Everyone else, out. Now.”

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The guards hesitate. One looks at me as though I’m about to explode. I don’t even have shoes on, let alone strength.

“OUT!” Wade shouts.

They leave.

And just like that, it’s just us again.

I wish I could say I feel something but I don’t.

Not anymore.

He steps closer to the bars. His voice is lower now, calmer, it’s as if he thinks we’re back in the same fucking world.

“Why did you do it?” he asks. “Really.”

I stare down at my hands. My wrists are bruised. Dirt crusted beneath my nails. Blood. Some of it mine. Some of it not.

I don’t answer.

“Talk to me, Sorin.”

I close my eyes and he sighs. “You know, it didn’t have to be this way. I could’ve helped you. If you hadn’t tried to fight back in front of the pack… if you just played it silent and pled guilty of what you’ve done…”

I flinch. His words are like a kick to the teeth. Plead? For something I didn’t do?

“You used to be so… proud. You fought for the pack. For me.” He scoffs. “What happened to her?”

I let out a bitter breath. My eyes are on my fingers again. One nail’s cracked from earlier. I trace the break with my thumb.

“You think I’d ever attack someone who didn’t deserve it?” I finally say.

“That’s not the point, Sorin.” His voice hardens. “You poisoned your Alpha. And now you’ve attacked an innocent woman carrying my child.”

“Believe what you wanna believe Wade.” I murmur.

“I tried to save you. Do you know that?”

“You didn’t have to lose everything. I could’ve–fuck–I could’ve made it work. I could have kept you in court–kept you

Luna.”

What the actual fuck?

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“All you had to do,” he continues, “was accept Ariel’s child. You

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n’t have to love our child. She could’ve been a concubine.

She would be a part of the family. We could’ve raised the pup together with her.”

Each word tastes like bile. Raise Ariel’s child? As my own?

I grip my knees tighter.

“And you think that would’ve fixed everything?” I say finally, my voice hollow.

“It would’ve been something,” he mutters. “Better than this.”

I look up.

He’s looking away from me, it’s as if he’s embarrassed. Or ashamed.

But I’m not done.

My voice drops, low and razor–sharp.

“Do you love her?”

Wade freezes.

Dead still.

I watch him. I study him. I want to see the flicker in his eyes. The fucking guilt. The truth, whatever it is.

“Do you love her?” I ask again.

This time, louder.

And just before he can answer, I feel it–something shifting in the air.

I’m still kneeling on the cold ground, knees numb, back straight like I’m holding onto whatever pride I have left while Wade stands there, watching me with that twisted confusion painted across his face. I’m not even sure he knows why he’s here

anymore.

He opens his mouth again, and I don’t even flinch.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” he says. “I mean… yes, Ariel saved me. If it weren’t for her-”

“Right,” I cut in, voice flat. “You’d be dead. And now you’re alive and fucking her. What a reward.”

“I didn’t say that,” he snaps. “I didn’t fucking say that.”

“But you didn’t deny it either.”

He rubs his face like he’s the one exhausted here.

“She’s pregnant, Sorin. I can’t just ”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

He doesn’t answer. He simply paces once in front of my cell as though the ground might give him a better excuse if he kicks it hard enough.

“I still-” he starts, then his voice lowers like he’s admitting something shameful. “I still love you. You were my Luna. My first… everything.”

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I blink. My mouth twitches into something humorless “Love m” I echo, slow “You sure about that, Wade? Because I don’t remember love looking like betrayal and chains and a bitch faking stab wounds in front of me

“Ariel isn’t like that,” he snaps as if he can’t believe I’m saying th He’s looking at me like I’m the ghost of someone he used

to know.

I get up. Every joint protests, but I keep walking until fin at the ars, barely an inch away from him. The silver hums against my skin, threatening pain if I get too close. Doesn’t matter.

I reach into the pocket of my tattered pants and take it out.

The ring.

Still warm from my body heat, still shiny though it hasn’t been fucking lie the entire time. My fingers curl around it tight before I slowly lift it up to where he can see it.

“You remember this?” My voice softens. Almost too soft. “You gate me this the same week you came home from the Eastern Front. You said you were building me a treehouse like the one we had as kids. You dragged me up that stupid ladder and told me you were gonna marry me there one day.”

He swallows hard but he doesn’t look away.

I keep going. If I stop now, I’ll shatter.

“You said we were gonna have three kids. No–wait–four. Enough for a basketball team. And I said, no way in hell I’m pushing out four brats for your hairy ass, and you laughed like it was the best thing I ever said.”

A broken smile ghosts my lips. It fades fast.

“You promised we’d announce the wedding after you got back from that last battle. You said you’d march me straight into the Grand Hall in front of the Elders, ring in one hand, my waist in the other.”

He closes his eyes, jaw flexing.

I keep talking. Not for him. For me.

“But that didn’t happen, did it?” My voice tightens. “Because you came back with a mark on your neck and another woman in your arms.”

Still no answer.