SAVED BY THE LYCAN KING (Elisa) novel Chapter 14

FERRIS' POV

I clenched my fists, feeling the anger boil within me. I badly wanted to confront Jackson. In fact, I wanted to do more than confront him. I wanted to smash his head into a wall and I knew I would succeed.

Jackson wouldn't last two minutes in a fight with me. I knew this was all Jackson's fault. He must have manipulated Elise's parents into thinking that this situation was somehow Elise's fault. I bet he didn't tell them about how he was about to hit her.

Elise was scared of her parents. She told me how much they didn't like her but I thought she was exaggerating. I didn't imagine it would be this bad. Her parents were vile. How could they say such things to their daughter?

The sight of her crying made my Lycan howl in rage. This is all Jackson's fault. That fucking bastard! I swear if I lay my hands on him, he'll wish for death.

After much thought, I decided against confronting him. Confronting Jackson right now would be exactly what he wanted - a confrontation that would paint me as the aggressor and him as the victim. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.

My Lycan growled, eager for a fight, but I knew better. I needed to be smart about this. Turning on my heel, I left my residence and made my way back to the training arena.

Why did I care so much about her? We had only just met, yet every fiber of my being wanted to shield her from pain. I hated seeing her cry. I just wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her. I wanted to make sure nobody ever hurt her again.

The more I thought about Elise, the more eager I became to protect her from Jackson and anyone else who would dare hurt her.

My Lycan agreed. Its protective instincts matched with my own. I imagined Jackson's face on the dummy as I kept throwing punches.

I wished Jackson was the one being hit, instead of the dummy. After what seemed like hours of training, my fists began to hurt a bit. Sweat poured down my face, my muscles burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

"Your highness, are you okay?" a voice called out from behind me. I turned to see one of my guards.

"I'm fine," I grunted, delivering a final blow that sent the dummy sprawling to the ground.

"Just needed to blow off some steam."

"You looked like you were about to destroy that thing," he teased.

"Maybe I was," I replied, wiping the sweat from my forehead "I needed to clear my head." My guard nodded, sensing I didn't want to talk about it. He bowed and left me alone.

I took a moment to catch my breath. My mind raced, trying to figure out a way to deal with Jackson without stooping to his level. I needed a plan, something that would protect Elise and ensure Jackson couldn't hurt her again. An idea began to form in my mind. If I could gather evidence of Jackson's true nature, expose him for the manipulative person he was, then the pack would see him for what he truly was. By the time I was done with Jackson, he wouldn't know what hit him.