All Chapters of He Hurt Me, But He Needs Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ViolettaHeart in my throat, I moved between Ferrara’s wolf and Emerson. If it had been any other time in my life, I wouldn’t have blinked an eye as I watched Ferrara shed Emerson to pieces, but in a situation I never saw coming, Emerson was all that stood between me and Maeve’s wrath.I could feel Emerson’s power behind me. No wolf. Only human. I glared behind me, and he was smiling happily.At me.My stomach turned, and I focused on Ferrara. “Emerson crossed my path in the woods. We had a conversation, and then we heard Cam’s screams.”Maeve snarled, but I ignored her and kept my eyes on Ferrara. If he killed Emerson, any progress they made would be shredded. Ignoring the violence cresting off him, I placed my hand under his chin. The touch soothed him, and he sat.“So another alpha has come to your aid,” Maeve growled. “Should I expect London to be at your beck and call next?”“No one is at my beck and call, Maeve. Emerson only speaks the truth. There has to be another explanation

ViolettaIt was Ferrara who announced over dinner that he was closing talks early.London balked. "Neither we nor our witches have made any progress.""My clan has become too dangerous. There has been a direct attack on a guest. Until I know who attacked her, I would like to err on the side of caution."Maeve's gaze slid to me. "Removing temptation?" She purred.I gritted my teeth. The whole dinner had been tense. Ferrara had been right all along. He considered the other alphas enemies, and now he had good reason.Emerson had turned his third in command to betray Ferrara. Maeve was ready to pin everything on me, and she was willing to kill now and ask questions later.And London was walking around with guards bathed in magic. Glamour magic? Some other kind of magic? It took time for me to study it and try and pinpoint what the magic did, and I couldn't just stand in the open and stare at the guard.Not to mention the problems we were having outside the alphas. Irene hiding her magic.

Ferrara"Ferrara, I..." she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. "I may need a couple of minutes before I'm ready again.""That's not what you were going to say," I growled with narrow eyes."You're right. It wasn't. I decided maybe I didn't need to speak at all." Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees and looked up at me.I couldn't make her talk. I couldn't make her say whatever was on her mind, whatever truth she wanted to confess, so I let her take my cock in her mouth. I let the pleasure course through me, and I gently tangled my fingers in her wet hair as I fucked her mouth."Violetta," I grunted and pulled away. My heart hammered in my chest. "Come on, baby. I want you pinned under me. I want to feel the heat between your legs."Hauling her up once again, I cradled her against me. Violetta wrapped her legs around me and buried her head in my neck. Whatever was bothering her, the orgasm hadn't chased away her fears.We fell against the bed, and her knees came up as I slid my

Violetta"No!" Racing toward Lunessa, I pulled her back down and placed my hand on her chest.The magic was there, buried deep, but I couldn't draw it out fast enough.Ferrara shifted and launched himself at Amaya's twin, whatever her name was. He knocked her out of the air and sank his teeth into her. I focused on drawing the magic away from Lunessa, and when I was done, Lunessa gasped for breath. Ferrara yelped and flew through the air."A null," the black witch hissed. "How interesting. A null and a wolf. Where did you come from, darling?"She hadn't known?Lunessa stood, but the black witch shook her head. "Don't bother. I'm already done here."She disappeared, and I ran to Ferrara's side. He was slowly shifting back. "I'm fine," he muttered. "I'm already healing."Turning, I raced to Cam. As soon as I knelt down by her, wolves shot out of the trees.Some of them were from Ferrara's pack. Jenson came with Irene in his arms.London. Emerson. Maeve and all her guards.I should have

ViolettaThe regiment was always the same. After my shift ended, I had three hours to relax, shower, and prepare for dinner. As always, there was a dress laid out on the chair. Not the bed, as if that was somehow supposed to make me feel better.I wasn't an idiot. I knew the suite was searched every day while I was gone. There were little things I would note before I left and saw that they'd been moved. Sometimes it was a lampshade turned just a little. Once, I'd tucked the edge of some thread under the rug and found it in the corner when I got home. My bedsheet was tucked differently. Emerson told me that he would have the maid come in every day, but I'd asked to keep my own suite clean. He'd relented, but it hadn't stopped him from searching the rooms.Tonight's dress was red. Most of the dresses were red. That seemed to be Emerson's favorite color. The dresses were never the same. Either the pack's seamstress was very busy or Emerson was spending an enormous amount of money clothin