Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

Chapter 113 Jonas

Perry has had good days and bad days since we've been mated. There's always a slow bubbling feeling when she gets upset. Like a wind up and it gradually increases because of the way she bottles things up. crowd, but she didn't stop smiling.

Not today. We woke up this morning and she was calm. She genuinely enjoyed the plane ride, but something shifted in her when we landed and were greeted by the people wanting to catch a glimpse of us. I tried to make out what she was thinking as she stared at the

There was this burst of satisfaction to watch her beat the shit out of Calvin with her bare fist. The relief she felt when she hit the floor was like a dam broke inside of her and nothing but coldness flooded our bond. Then the wolf roared its final battle cry. It was both liberating and heartbreaking. None of this feels real.

The two of us walk out to the courtyard. As soon as she sees we're alone she lets go of my hand and walks up ahead. I watch her collapse under the entrance of the maze. To say her crying hurts would be an understatement but I can't bring myself to show her that. It'll be a long time before I can show anyone anything.

"Why did you do that?" she s***bs covering her face with both hands. I crouch down in front of her.

"Because

you deserved it," the answer is simple, but I know it's going to go right over her head. "don't," she shakes her head.

don't

our last conversation, my Queen," I take her by the wrist and lift her with me. The first time I laid eyes on her, she had mascara smeared on her face despite the fact that she looked like she'd just gotten out of a shower. Her hair was long and matted. Her skin was so dry it looked like

girl with the emptiest eyes I'd ever seen to feel as much as she does. We had both wanted a way

This

her and it is honestly perfect. She's crying the same way she was when she put on her knees before me. There is mascara running down her face along with gold sparkles. She smeared her lipstick when she used the two million dollar dress sleeve to wipe her face. The same dress she protected me in while I was named King. The same dress she offered me the blood of those who dared challenge my reign in. Every promise. Every word was fulfilled as expected. How could I not meet the demands she so passionately ranted about? No one had ever listened to her before. That much was more than obvious.

her dress. "I stole

"Here" I'm

remind him that I think he's a piece of sh***t one

with a small seashell hanging off it. I reach into my

what happened. Oregon. Bloodbornes. That's where she came from. I killed a delta there a few years ago. They're a very traditional type of pack. They're born and bred betas. It's a cool history if

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want me to

him. When you're ready. He'll do

f****g demon," I smile. She

points at the maze. "What's on

I take her