Page 66 of The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate
This time, I cannot get up. I try. My legs will not cooperate.
I can smell the blood that is pooling dark and warm beneath me. I feel claws slash my belly, and I whimper. Teeth sink into my throat, and I realize that this is it.
All the fight is beginning to leave me now, my body turning cold. I kick my legs in a desperate bid to run, but I’m being held down as they tear me apart.
Lucas.
The name comes to me unbidden, a broken thought as my mind goes blank. His name. The name of the one who abandoned me.
A tear slips out.
Then, from behind me, a roar shakes the ground.
A wolf, dark and vast, clears me in one bound and slams into the wolf holding my neck. I feel the impact through the earth under my cheek.
It’s Lucas.
He’s here.
He came for me.
This is the last thought I have before my world turns dark.
Chapter Fifteen
Lucas
The image of Sienna throwing herself into the arms of another man is seared into my memory. That smile on her face. The relief in her eyes. No matter how much I try, I can’t forget it. It hurts.
Probably the same way my actions hurt her.
She spent every free moment she had over the last two days with that man. I watched him cup her face and speak to her so gently that it made my beast want to rip him apart. How dare he touch her?
He’s silent now, my wolf. Unhappy, miserable. And I’m no different. I miss the sound of Sienna’s laugh, the way her eyes gleam when she’s up to something. There’s no shine in those beautiful eyes anymore. Even when she pretends to be fine, all composed and professional, I can see the pain she’s concealing, the pain I’m inflicting on her.
My wolf is silent tonight. He has been since Sienna stood on the front steps of the estate house watching Ethan leave. She didn’t want him to go. It was obvious. And that hurt both me andmy wolf. He sits behind my ribs somewhere, curled into a ball, and he does not answer when I look for him.
I sit on the edge of my bed, alone, my tie loosened. I haven’t managed to change out of my clothes yet.
A knock sounds on the door.
I look up and sigh. I don’t want to deal with whoever it is. But I am still the alpha. I cross the room, taking off my tie and throwing it aside before pulling the door open.
Lydia stands on the other side in a cream-colored silk robe belted at the waist. Her hair is loose over her shoulders. Her feet are bare on the stone floor.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, frowning.
“No.” She offers me a small, hesitating smile. “I was hoping we could spend some time together.”
I want to turn her away, but I can’t. “Okay,” I reply, because I don’t know what else to say. I step back and let her in.
She moves past me into the room, her steps making no sound on the rug. She stops near the armchair by the window, and the silk of her robe catches the lamplight.
“Do you have something to drink?” she asks, her voice nervous.
“Scotch?” I offer.
“Please.”
