Chapter 0729

"Yeah," Luca snarls, coughing and glaring up at Jacks, his words wheezing out under the pressure of Jackson's weight pressed tight against his chest. "I marked her - but she's your fucking mate, you asshole. Yours! She fucking picked you, Jacks! So go and get your fucking girl and leave me the hell out of it!"

Jackson stills, staring at him, uncomprehending.

Luca laughs, letting his head loll to the side, giving up the fight as blood trickles out of his mouth and his nose. "She fucking picked you, Jacks," he says, going limp beneath Jackson's knee - finally, finally giving into it. "I marked her, and she still fucking picked you." "What are you talking about?" Jackson whispers, still baffled.

He lifts his knee, slightly, easing up. But it's not mercy that makes him do it - just sheer confusion.

"When I gave her my mark," Luca snaps, still not looking up. "She shoved me away. Told me she didn't want it." He turns his head to glare at Jackson, hate and desperate, jealous rage in every inch of his expression. "She wants you. Though I couldn't tell you why. She's always had shit taste -"

Jackson punches him, hard, across the other cheek.

Luca groans, coughing, his head snapping to the side, his eyes pressing shut with agony.

Jackson instantly feels guilty, further letting up the pressure on Luca's chest and shifting to kneel at his side, still staring down at him.

"Will you just...go?" Luca murmurs, his cheek pressed to the grass and the dirt, his eyes closed. "You fucking won, all right? She wants you."

horror, Luca begins to cry, tears slipping from his

"She...she only wants you."

the man he came here to kill. The man who

should have smooth

up to Jackson in surprise. When he doesn't say anything Jackson grabs Luca by the shirt, hauling him up so that their faces are inches apart. "You did what to Ariel?" "I rejected

to the ground, rising to his feet and giving

fool,"

Grant, who just sobs in the dirt. "The Goddess laid the best thing in the world at your feet, and you're fucking stupid enough to reject it, calling

respond. He just curls in

later his walk turns into a run. And then he shifts, sprinting in his wolf form as fast as he can back towards the Castle.

known, he'd never have

rejected. And him not there to hold

fool. He, too,

his lungs, but Jackson pushes himself faster, desperate to be at her

it usually does, but on the grass immediately outside the

of air around

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