Page 75 of Fated to Her

“Grab her,” Eli growls at Cyrus.

Cyrus goes to reach for me, but I grab Maverick’s shirt, refusing to let go.

“Addie, no. Now, move,” Eli growls at me.

“No, let him finish what he was saying, Eli. He was trying to tell you something,” I scream back at him. Praying to God I’m right because if I’m not, he deserves the beating his son is giving him, but something is telling me Maverick wouldn’t be working for hunters voluntarily; it has been nagging me the entire way back to the village. He hates the hunters, so why would he help them?

“Maverick, please tell him.” I like his father. I’m not going to watch his son beat him to a bloody pulp.

“Take her!” Eli screams at Cyrus, who rips me away, my fingers forced to let go.

I stare in horror as Eli tears his father to pieces, pack members coming to watch, and I can’t understand why they aren’t trying to stop them. Maverick finally shifts, taking on defense as they circle each other.

“Why aren’t they stopping it?” I mutter, watching them stare intently at their Alpha being ripped to shreds.

“Because it’s no longer a fight. The moment Maverick shifted, too, it became a challenge.”

“He isn’t working for Sam,” I tell Cyrus.

“We don’t know that, Addie.”

“I do. Maverick saved me. If he was working for Sam, he would have let them take me, but he didn’t. Please, stop him,” I beg Cyrus while Eli pummels his father, who won’t even fight back and just keeps trying to block him.

Cyrus shakes his head, not believing it. Maverick’s own pack are watching him fight his son as Eli’s claws swipe down Maverick’s chest brutally, Maverick’s Lycan form fading before he shifts back. Eli grabs him, his hands around his throat, lifting him off the ground, then throwing him down. Eli is going to kill him. He is going to kill his own father. Panic courses through me. I elbow Cyrus in the face, and he grunts and lets go. My feet touch the ground, and I run the few meters toward Maverick, once again throwing myself over him.

“Submit. Submit, please,” I tell him, knowing Eli has to stop if he does.

Eli, glares down at me, but I know he won’t come closer in that form while angry, especially while I’m blocking him from his father.

“It’s my pack. I won’t submit.”

“Please, he will kill you. Just submit. If not for Eli, do it for your grandchild,” I tell him before grabbing his hand and placing it on my bump.

“Please, I know you aren’t working voluntarily for the hunters, please,” I beg Maverick.

All the while, his pack is chanting for them to continue fighting. They are willing to watch their own Alpha be killed by his son; it’s sick. This man has run his pack for God knows how long, and they would happily condemn him?

“Addie, move,” Eli says.

I glance at Cyrus, worried he will come over, but he’s still standing there just watching me. I can feel he is conflicted.

“Please, don’t do this,” I beg Eli.

He looks away from me before Eli nods to one of the pack members. A large burly man comes toward me.

“Take her,” Eli tells him, and the man nods, bending down.

“No!” I yell at him, slapping his hand away.

The man looks at Eli, who nods to him. He can’t be serious? He goes to reach down and pull me from him when Cyrus is suddenly beside me.

“Don’t touch her,” Cyrus snaps at him, and the man backs up.

“Addie, this is how things are done,” Cyrus says, but I shake my head. This is wrong, brutal even.

“No!” I tell him.

“Cyrus, you either move her, or I will order one of them to,” Eli says.