Chapter 64 Chapter 66
ADRIANA'S POV
I don't know where I got the energy to sit up from but I guess fear was a great motivator. Ignoring the pain of the gravel digging into my palm, I crawl backwards, with my hands and feet when Xander's large wolf growled in front of my face. I trembled, a shaky cry escaping my lips.
His bright golden eyes did nothing to hide his anger, I was seeing it as clear as day. I fucked up, I knew it. But fuck it, I thought I could leave. I thought I've already done the hardest part. Dammit, I've already crossed his pack's borders, how the hell did he even find me?
"That shouldn't be your main point of worry right now' his angry voice growled in my head. I shook, never getting used to hearing his voice in my head, how the hell did he even do that.
I had nothing to defend myself with, though I doubted he would have wanted to listen to my reasoning anyway. I risked a glance over his large intruding form to Donovan standing leisurely, his back rested against a tree and his legs crossed in front of him, he looked so freaking relaxed, like he couldn't care what happens to me.
I wish it was Daciana that was here, I hated that I had to betray her but she was more understanding and Donovan never really liked me.
I felt something cold on my feet and my eyes went there, only to find Xander sniffing my feet. His eyes met mine, he looked even more angry if that were possible, I didn't know what the hell set him off but I could feel the violence rippling around him. All I really wanted right now was to lie down, I was tired of all of this.
I opened my mouth, but no words formed. My brain was blank and I had no idea what I wanted to tell him anyway. He tilted his head to the side, giving me a side view of his animal form. He was big, larger than any other wolf I've ever seen. That was the thing about lycans, they were vastly different from wolves in their animal forms. Bigger, faster and a lot more ruthless. I wouldn't want to rub off on him the wrong way when he was like this, he already looked agitated and I didn't need anyone to tell me how angry he was.
Donovan nodded and disappeared behind the trees, my gaze locked on Xander's. He was watching me, the anger still in his eyes. It held so many promises that left my insides quaking in fear. But I stood my ground, I was on the ground and my body has long since seized function.
He doesn't say anything to me for the longest moment, though he looks like he has plenty to say. Many of the things I probably wouldn't want to hear, when has anyone cared what I wanted anyways?
I'm surprised by how I'm not very terrified. I expected more from myself with Xander watching me the way he was, like he couldn't wait to break me. That was the kind of look that would have had me sobbing by now, begging him to just leave me alone, or kill me if that was an option. I just simply felt numb, I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. But I guess, better numb than petrified and pathetic.
We are still locked in a stare down when Donovan returns with a pair of jeans in his hands, he tosses it at Xander who catches it between his teeth, with one last long stare at me, he turns and stalks to probably change. I'm grateful he didn't change in front of me, wolves and lycans didn't mind nudity in the least.
"You're really dumb, aren't you?" Donovan asked, stretching his hand out for me to take. I stared at the hand like he was giving me silver dipped in wolfsbane. He wiggled, telling me to take it he wasn't going to do anything to me.
I consider it for a moment before shrugging and giving him my right hand. He tugs me to my feet with very little effort, then helps steady me with his hands on my waist when I stagger on my feet.
"We both know I don't like you and, frankly, I don't give two shits what happens to you. Xander likes you for some reason and you should know leaving the pack without knowing where you're going is dangerous." He finishes. There was no judgment in his tone, not even his usual underlying anger and hatred that he never seems o mask. He was just stating the obvious.
I'm stupid, I know that. My family made sure to remind me of that every second of my life. It wasn't new to me.
I take a glance at his eyes and shrug. Xander wasn't going to let me go scot-free, I've accepted that and he wouldn't help me, better to just remain quiet. My voice wasn't going to help me since no one seemed to hear, or even care what I had to say.
Xander reappears and Donovan immediately releases me. The numbness fritters a little and I felt the same fear I first felt when I heard him, snake and embed itself under my skin again. He replaces Donovan, the heat of his body shouldn't have warmed me the way it did, but I somehow didn't repulse him.
Something is majorly wrong with me. I think it all started since that wolf hit me, I must have hit some part of my brain and confused it's function.
There was almost no black in his eyes, just that golden that said he wasn't fully human and not in complete control. It made a cold shiver skate down my spine and I shudder involuntarily. He smirks seeing that reaction, he looked more feral and unhinged than attractive right at that moment. Like he needed to remind me the ruthless person he was thought to be is actually a reality. He doesn't need to remind me, I already know to fear him and I've seen how ruthless he can be.
I've been a victim. It's just, I don't have the energy right now. I simply didn't have in me to fight him on any of this.
It was like seeing freedom so close and it being snatched from me made me lose the hope I had. It was sad but it felt fucking great to not have anything to look forward to.
Now, I see I have nothing to lose. My father wouldn't even take me as his prisoner. So I have nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. He can't break me anymore. So I look up at him, and I smile.