Chapter 55
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Alpha Draco stood there at the door way with his tall intimidating figure. At first his shadow was extremely scary and just when the light hit his face, Anastasia was sure she bad never seen anyone so scary. When she instinctively moved to get to him, Marcus held her arm with his strong hand, keeping her from getting any closer to him.
"Get away from her," Alpha Draco demanded with his deep voice. Just looking at his state hurt Anastasia beyond comprehension. He looked so weak, fresh wounds around his arms and face. His clothes are torn and and it looked as if he had just gotten in a fight. Anastasia badly wanted to approach him and tend his wounds, but Marcus was already keeping her back.
"If you want to get her, you'll have to kill me first," Marcus retorted, his fierce eyes darkening with anger.
"Oh, I will." Alpha Draco did not back away from a fight. Especially when his mate was in danger. He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his arms, his dark eyes glaring furiously at his known enemy.
Anastasia felt her palms sweating with anxiety. With Alpha Draco in a weakened state, it would certainly be hard for him to fight and match with his unbreakable opponent. She feared for his safety and she would certainly not enjoy watching him being hurt and killed. But perhaps she only needed a leap of faith.
Before she knew it, Alpha Draco took large steps as quickly as Marcus took two knives from the kitchen counter. There was no way an unarmed Draco could lay a punch on an armed enemy. The fight would stay unfair if she would not do anything to help. Suddenly, she remembered something. Taking the axe that was hidden beneath the cabinet, Anastasia took it and immediately threw it in the air. "Here!"
Alpha Draco was quick, catching it mid air. "Thanks, baby doll." Even though his face was hurt, he had the strength to give a slight grin at her. For a moment, Anastasia had hope he could win this fight.
Alpha Draco and Marco took their time fighting in the living room. The table shattered and the couches were sliced up. As Alpha Draco threw his arm to wound Marcus' arm. He barely got away, his shirt torn and his blood dripping out.
"For a wounded man, you surely fight like a warrior," Marcus commented with an amusing grin.
"Why don't you come here and I'll show you how much I'd like to kill you?" Draco growled furiously. Anastasia had never seen him like this. He looked so monstrous, with his chaotic hair, heaving large chest, tensed arms, dark eyes, and sharpened fangs. He was almost ready to shift but he was keeping it all inside, trying to control himself in front of her.
"You can try," Marcus spoke with a bit of sarcasm.
With a growl, Draco moved quickly to strike a blow. Marcus was still laughing and he didn't see it coming. He took it hard and painful. And yet he slammed against the wall with a smile on his face. Draco did not just stop there. Instead of using his axe, he kept punching Marcus' face until blood was dripping down his wounded lips.
Anastasia gasped, seeing how eager he was to kill Marcus with just a few strong punches. It was quick and painful, landing punches on both sides of his face. Then she saw something in Marcus's hand, a knife. It happened so quickly and she didn't see it coming. Marcus stabbed the knife into alpha Draco's torso. Quickly, he stopped punching and pulled back in pain, new blood was dripping down his shirt in plain sight.
"Draco!"
Anastasia tried to rush to him but Marcus pushed her back with a laugh. "Your Alpha is weak," he laughed. "He couldn't even protect you." He slid his sharp knife down Draco's neck who was shaking in pain.
"Don't you dare!" Anastasia warned, her voice tainted with pain and regret.
"Isn't this what you want, sweet Luna? To be free from his chains. You know, I can give you what you've always wanted. What no one else could ever give you — freedom. But a price shall be paid for such an extraordinary gift."
"I don't want your gift, Marcus," Anastasia answered. "I want to be freed from you. You're the one keeping me here. So please stop!"
Draco fought harder to fight but it was obvious he was losing too much blood. She had to do something. Just as she could Marcus sliding the sharp knife down Draco's arm, she knew in an instant she had to do something.
Her eyes had changed. Her heart beat faster. Her fangs showing up uninvited. She could feel her senses being heightened and hyping her up. She wanted to take Marcus away and throw him outside so that he would never find them. When he was just about to wound Draco, Isabelle took the pan on the kitchen table and slammed it at the back of his head, sending him falling head first to the ground.
Quickly, she rushed towards Draco who was drowning in his own blood. She helped him stop the bleeding with her shirt. Soon as he felt okay, he touched her face with his hand, a look of worry and happiness mixing together in his face.
"I missed you, baby doll," he murmured, his voice harsh and husky. "You look so beautiful it hurts."
Anastasia lightly chuckled. With tears in her eyes, she said, "I missed you too."
