Chapter 200
Chapter 200
She pressed her hands against her face, then slowly lifted her piercing ice-blue eyes to meet mine. I had to remind myself repeatedly that I was behind the wheel and needed to focus on the road ahead-we couldn’t afford to veer off, no matter how captivating she was in that moment.
“Dirk deserved what happened tonight,” she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly but filled with conviction. “The way he hit me… it wasn’t the first time. He’s done it before, and if I hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve done it again. The way he spoke to me, and about me—it was disgusting. He’s forced himself on other women too. Someone like that doesn’t deserve to keep breathing.” Her hands tightened on her lap as she spoke, a flicker of pain crossing her face. “I don’t know if that makes me a bad person, but I’ve been through terrible things. If by letting you take him down I can save even one girl from going through what I did She shrugged, a mixture of resignation and hope in her eyes.
Without hesitation, I reached out and took her hand gently in mine. “That doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a strong leader. No one wants to make decisions like this, but someone with a clear head has to step up. I’m grateful you’re here with me p>
I brushed a soft kiss on the back of her hand just as we pulled up to the arena. The place was bathed in artificial light, glowing brightly against the early morning sky where the first hints of sunrise were beginning to pierce the darkness.
“So, what’s the plan now?” Kennedy asked as she climbed out of the truck, still holding my hand tightly. Her voice was steady, but I could sense the weight of everything pressing down on her.
“I want to start with Finn,” I replied, guiding her through the gate. “He seems like he genuinely cares about the people who follow him. He wants what’s best for them, but he also wants his mate. The problem is, he knows she’s going to die once we bring her here. We need her to lure Claude out if he really is her father-but I can’t pretend to care about her. I just can’t. Honestly, I’m not sure what the right move is.” Kennedy nodded thoughtfully. “We have to offer Finn and anyone else who wants it a place in the pack. We don’t know their stories or how they ended up here, but they shouldn’t be punished for what Claude and Amy are doing.” Check latest chapters at
I considered her words carefully. “What do you suggest? I’m open to ideas.” Together, we passed through the gate, which was guarded by two vigilant warriors.
The opposite gate was similarly manned, with more warriors patrolling the stands surrounding the arena. We allowed the rogues to set up their tents nearby. Greta and Grant had taken charge of searching for anything that could be used against us —poisons, weapons, anything that might tip the balance. Kennedy’s point was valid: these people were probably just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Wolves need a hierarchy, a leader to follow, and they naturally gravitate toward the strongest among them.
Suddenly, a large wolf charged toward us, his voice raw with fury. “YOU MOTHERF*CKER! Where is my mate?!” I quickly shoved Kennedy behind me with one hand, while blocking the incoming punch with the other.
The wolf was powerful, but his wild, uncontrolled anger made him reckless. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I needed to calm him down. Punch, dodge, punch-each strike pushed him back slightly, though his eyes were clouded with rage and desperation. Finally, I managed to grab his wrist and sweep his legs out from under him, spinning him around so he knelt before me, caught in a headlock with one arm pinned behind his back.
“Calm down,” I said firmly. “Take a deep breath, then speak to me with respect, warrior.” It took several minutes for him to steady his breathing. He didn’t resist, but he also didn’t go limp in my hold.
“Where is my mate?” he growled through clenched teeth. At least he realized quickly that if he wanted answers, he needed to keep control.
Kennedy stepped around me and faced him, her hands raised in a peaceful gesture. I hated that he was between us, but she seemed unafraid. “Who is your mate?” she asked softly.
“Sammie,” he said, the pain evident in his voice.
“And what’s your name?” Kennedy moved closer, and I felt my hackles rise instinctively. She caught the warning in my posture and shot me a sharp look. “Calvin, Luna,” he replied.
I couldn’t help but joke quietly to my wolf, “So she gets a title, and I get called a ‘motherf*cker.’ How does she do that p>
“If the roles were reversed, would you act any differently?” my wolf responded, calm but firm. “You have him in a chokehold for a good reason—he could have harmed our mate. But she’s talking to him calmly, listening p>
I turned back to Calvin. “Is your mate expecting p>
He nodded against my arm.
“There were two pregnant mates brought here. We gave them space in the dorms so our healers could monitor them closely and make sure they were comfortable. Both were malnourished, and we want to ensure the health of your mates and pups. I’m sure you understand why we can’t have everyone roaming freely right now. We’ll take you to her as soon as possible.” Calvin nodded again.
“You can mindlink with her, though,” I added, offering a small measure of comfort.