Chapter 119 He is back
Chapter 119: He is back
Milo pov
Her words landed like a thunderclap in my ears.
I blinked at her, completely caught off guard “W-what?”
“Run, Milo!” she hissed, her face filled with a type of determination I have never seen. “That’s the only way you can escape this madness. If you stay, they will throw you into that arena and rip you apart. You will die!”
The binding contract, I had been stupid enough to let Cornelius trick me into signing. It was a special and most brutal contract in the world. A contract sealed with one's wolf essence. During that evening in the hospital, a patient had ticked it off on my hands, sealing the contract.
If I broke it, the moon would curse my blood. And my wolf would tear me apart from the inside, shredding my nerves and bones until nothing but scraps remained. It would be even better to be a rogue than to be a victim of this.
I shook my head violently, the words catching in my throat. “I-I can’t…”
“Yes, you can!” she snapped, her desperation thick in her voice. I know a friend who can break the binding contract safely.” She pulled out a pendant that had a strange looking symbol engraved on it. “Listen to me, milo, Damon isn’t here for mysterious reasons, and James is stretched thin handling everything in his absence. That’s why he didn’t come himself to drag you out for the match. This night would be the only time the pack security is at its lowest.?”
My legs weakened. I couldn’t believe Daphne would suggest such a thing to me.
I wanted to argue, to explain the storm inside me, to tell her that no matter how much I wanted to run, the chains of that contract—and the chains of something deeper inside me—wouldn’t let me.
But the words refused to form.
“Listen to the senile old woman, run away and let's…”
I blocked the voice in my head instantly. Shutting him up at least now.
Daphne stepped closer, clutching my sleeve. “If you go into that pit tonight, you won’t come back alive,but when I am sending you to a friend, he might know what to do to break the contract.”
Heat crawls under my skin, and I instinctively press my palms to my bandaged ribs, where I had received injury during the induction ceremony.
“Then run,” she persuaded “I can get you out.”
I laughed, but it sounded more like a sob. “You will risk—Damon.”
“I will risk everything,” she cuts me off. “Listen. I have thought it through. It’s might be dangerous, but at least your life will stay with you—, I know deep inside you want to escape—”
I tensed, at her words— have my plans been exposed?
“How did you know?”
It's easy to figure out who in his right mind would want to be a pet. She said, looking straight at me as if to gauge my reactions. But I put up a straight face, despite the torrent of emotion that was swelling inside of me.
“So please, Milo, take this chance. I can distract the guards. You can slip through the southern wall—”
The door creaked open— stopping whatever Daphne planned to say.
Both our heads snapped toward it, and to my shock, James stood in the doorway.
His sharp eyes scanned the room with an unreadable hard look on his face before they landed on me. His expression was cool and controlled, but the faint edge in his tone told me he wasn’t here to negotiate.
“Milo,” he says, blunt like an order. “Get dressed. I am taking you to the ceremony.”
My heart dropped to my stomach.
The air suddenly turned to stone as James closed the door to the room, plunging us into a depressing silence.
Daphne’s grip on my sleeve went slack. We exchanged looks—her eyes were wide with shock and a silent pleading, mine heavy with dread.
I shook my head vigorously at her.
James was just outside the door. Any attempt will have the entire pack at my back, even before I reach the so-called south gate—
It simply means I have no choice but to fight, no matter what.
I stood on shaky legs to go dress up for the ceremony, but then I paused—
“What's the problem, milo?” Daphne asked concern, but I was not listening to her— my thoughts were somewhere else—
She said that James will be so busy trying to prepare the pack for this ceremony and the threat of the rogues outside our borders, and she won't even have time to spare to come here personally—
If James was here, calm and ready to escort me himself, then that meant only one thing.
Damon was back!!
( A few minutes later,)
James was at the door, his gaze unreadable as he stood silently. Waiting for me. Daphne was no longer in the room. Probably, she had gone to sulk somewhere private.
I could still hear the faint beating of drums and excited screams in the background, vibrating through my bones.
I clenched my hands into fists, swallowing the panic that was creeping inside my body.
I crossed the room without tripping on myself. Reaching the door,
James gave me one last long look, no form of warmth in his eyes. He turned away.
“Let's go, Milo.”
And I followed.