Chapter 49
**Roman’s POV**
“I am running out of time boy and I was thinking, maybe you just needed a little motivation to get some answers out of you. What better way to inspire an Alpha than to endanger his pack members” Samira marches down the stairs holding Qi close to her chest with a knife against his neck. Todd follows behind unlocking the cell door so the three of them can get right up close.
“Can you smell his fear, Roman? Can you hear his heart beating? Do you want to see his life leave his eyes? or do you want to tell me where the safe house is hidden?”
Luna Samira was right though, every wolf has something that motivates them and an Alpha must protect his pack. The anger and adrenaline flow through me and I allow it to overtake me. I vision sharpens as my wolf takes complete control and I can see the realisation of her mistake in her eyes as mine go black.
With one strong tug, the cement attaching each of my shackles to the ceiling buckles, pieces of it crumbling around me freeing my arms and with the ability to move properly I charge for Dark Claws Luna. she drops her hold on Qiang as I wrap my bony fingers around her neck and use my body weight to pin her to the ground.
I press my thumb on her airway even as she uses one hand to claw at my grip and with the other Samira drives the dagger that she was using against Qiang into my chest. Even as my blood drips down the olive skin of her wrist onto her mauve dress, I refuse to loosen my hold on her.
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“Roman! You have to let go” people are yelling at me, there is a high pitch noise blaring from somewhere around me and I feel several sets of hands grab at me to pull me away from Samira. The coward must have mindlinked her pack members to come down here and protect her but I refuse to relent. “I am going to kill you”
“Honey, you’re killing him! Please wake up!” One of the voices sound like my mother? I falter with my grip for a second trying to find my mother in the prison but everything is dark and hazy. The only person who’s face I’m able to focus on is Luna Samira’s, who’s hazel eyes stare directly into my soul with a silent challenge.
At her challenging gaze and taunting smirk I re-tighten my grip waiting for her face to turn blue but instead she reaches a hand up and places it softly against my cheek. Sparks, her palms against my cheek triggers the same feeling that ignites across my flesh when Adam touches me. I blink a few times as the feeling of sparks across my skin makes everything in my brain go fuzzy and as I blink the hazel eyes before me turn into the green eyes that I love so much.
They are Adam’s eyes, that is Adam's face and it is red as he struggles to breath from my iron grip crushing his airways. I drop my hands away and jump back covering my face with my hands. The haziness in my brain starts to clear up and around me I hear machines screaming, people talking at me from all angles and when I lower my fingers from my eyes, the dark, disgusting prison that smells of rot is replaced by a bright, sterile room that smells like chemicals.
Adam is beside my bed, choking as he tries to get oxygen back in his lungs after I tried to kill him. I tried to kill my mate. My most recent memories finally come flooding back in but I am only left with more questions so I cover my sight back up. How did he find me, I was at Dark Claw, Luna Samira and Todd had killed me hadn't they?
Is this my own personal hell, being tricked into killing my Goddess given mate? Is this all some kind of hallucination? I vividly remember the feeling of Samira’s knife being thrust deep into my chest. There is no way I was strong enough after that to get home, I probably bled out on the cold, grimey floor and none of this is real.
“Little mate, it’s okay, I’m okay. Please just look at me” I hear my angel, but his voice is deep and hoarse. I just shake my head even as my brain tricks me into feeling the mate sparks as a hand tries to uncover my face.
“This isn't real, none of this is real. I’m already dead so please just leave me alone”
“Roman, you are very much alive, please just look at me and you will see it’s very real” his voice is a little smoother this time and I allow him to pull my hands from my face and everything around me comes into focus. Adam is looking at me with so much love and what looks like concern even as bruises are actively forming on his throat.
“No, no, no, no, no, if this is real then that means I hurt you” panic rises in me and I look down at my shaking hands and see patches of raw skin and one of my hands bleeding, it looks like I ripped off every sensor stuck to me and tore out my IV’s. Adam’s finger hooks under my chin to lift my face to his but my gaze gets stuck on the necklace of red and purple embedded into his skin.
“Not real, this is not real, I am still in Dark Claw, I died in that prison, this is not real”