Chapter 0222

Damien My knuckles hit the punch bag over and over.

Raven won't let me touch her when she’s on her period. Telling me it's gross and disgusting and that if I tried touching her she would happily cut my dick off.

Between the two, I would rather keep my cock, so instead I burn my energy in the punch bags.

I pause as stuffing starts spewing from the splits in the bag. Taking it off its hook, I carry it over to the others that had already broken through. The lady that repairs them is going to hate me for all the work I'm providing her with.

As I hoist another bag onto my shoulder, a sharp pain spirals through my chest and almost has me doubled over, sucking the air from my lungs. “Raven!”

Dropping the bag. I charge across the grounds, ignoring the concerned looks from the other Wolves "RAVEN?" I call out as I run through the back door and into the packhouse.

of ice cream halfway to her mouth. The spiralling pain continues to stab at my heart, but my mate is sitting right in

a small crease forms between

the anger at bay as my heart thuds against my chest like its trying

still wide

pain vibrates through my chest, but doesn’t spread any

It couldn't be possible.

to her tone as she speaks my name. But if she was fine, that could only mean one thing. I rub my chest. “I think.... I think Salem

clatters to the table. “He's....dead?

hurt, yet you are fine. It can only be him.” I wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let her

she hadn't heard me. “Who...

have been the last place for him to get a._ feed.” I rgb’ my chest again. The pain was

to be the one

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