NovelBookChapter 373 KESTER.
How much longer was I supposed to keep sitting on my hands? Four fucking days.
Four days without my mate.
Every damn hour felt like I was being skinned alive, like scruel bastard had peeled back my flesh and was dousingin salt just to see how long before I broke.
I won't lie, Saint and his crew had been on their grind. They weren't sleeping. They barely even blinked. Since they found out Nagel wasn't on land, everyone knew shit had gotten real. Even Saint's loyal bitch, Karashi, had learned to stay the fuck out of the way.
But none of that changed the fact that my mate was still gone. And I was losing my fucking mind.
My phone pinged, and when I brought it out, it was a text from Karlos.
"We've got Alpha Wes where you want him." Perfect. Finally. One glimpse of light. Something to punch and hurt and make bleed.
I had someone to pour my anger and frustration on while we waited for any signal at all that would tell us exactly where that crafty bastard was. Although Saint had already fully involved his marine agents.
I clenched my jaw, shoved the phone into my pocket, and turned to Norlan, who was still hovering the damn Grail.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtover that quiet little genius girl like she was He even brought her a cup of coffee when she seemed thirsty.
Perfect.
"I'm stepping out," I said, already moving.
"Where?" Norlan asked, barely glancing up.
"Wes." That was all I needed to say.
His eyes flicked up, and he nodded. He knew exactly what that meant.
I was already at the door with my hand on the doorknob when I heard voices.
"Don't tell him." The voice sounded like Norlan's.
Then I heard another voice.
"He is a man. He needs to know." It was Saint's cold, unbothered voice.
Something instilled.
The grip I had on the doorknob tightened until my knuckles went pale. I turned slowly.
Chapter 373 The whole room was tense as fuck. Everyone froze like they'd rehearsed how not to breathe when I was around. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked. My gut twisted. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. My instincts were screaming like bansheby in No one said anything. Saint just turned his laptop screen around so I could see it.
And in that second, tstopped.
The room cto a standstill.
The fucking plheld its breath.
Heck, the whole world stopped existing, and I was sure even the gods looked away as I took in the scene unfolding before me.
The laptop sat on the table like scheap fucking portal to hell, and Saint, the cold bastard, was just watchingwatch it. His fingers hadn't twitched since he turned the screen toward me. And me? I was trying - really trying to pretend I didn't see what I was seeing.
At first, I couldn't process it.
Not because it was blurry, but because my brain refused, as if it was trying to protect me, because it certainly knew what cafter clarity would be permanent damage.
But clarity canyway.
And it gutted me.
As if that was not enough, Saint turned the volup. It all sounded very distant because the only thing I could really hear at that point was the rush of blood drumming in my ears.
I staggered back a step like I'd been shot. My lungs refused to work. My fists clenched so tight I felt the skin split across my knuckles.
I heard Norlan mutter a "Fuck." but it all sounded as under water.
I saw my mate, bound with chains, lying on the bare floor and crying her e lungs out.
She was putting on a dress that wasn't even hers to begin with And it was already torn to shreds by... Fuck... By Kex. Did he... Did he just hit my Kasmine? Was he actually...
No.
Fuck, no.
Was he trying to force himself on her? I scoffed.
* My vision tilted. For a split second, I thought I was passing out.
But no. That would've been merciful.
I felt something wet slide down my palm. It was blood from my own clenched fist.
My nails had cut into my skin.
My eyes scanned the whole room, and every fucking person in there sat still Watching me. Chapter 373 Someone in the room mumbled something, but I didn't hear shit.
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