Page 110 of Forever My Siren Luna

Years. My eyes stayed trained on the woman as she knelt to force the shackles off my feet, having a harder time with the locks than Beretta. My beast is still watching her through me, but he is working in overdrive to heal me, desperate to get this woman to safety. He is having a hard time with the worst of my injuries, but he is desperately trying.

Cecilia is small, but when her gaze moved up to meet mine, I saw a fire in those eyes that led me to believe she is a fighter. She’s been fighting and surviving for years. It hurts me to think of all she has gone through, but this is this intense desire inside me to heal her from it all. She's mine. I had to go to hell to find her, but she's mine, and I will cherish her and make her feel safe for the rest of my life.

I groaned, collapsing to the ground when Beretta freed my bad arm last. Cecilia moves to hover over me, her body and hands reacting on their own to try and find a way to help me. She feels the bond too, but I think she is just scared of it for some reason.

“Bite this,” Beretta shoved a chain in my mouth forcefully.

Before I can spit it out and ask her why, she takes my arm, pulls it out of place and lets it lock back into the joint. It makes me scream, dropping the chain and glowering at her with betrayal. Cecilia stumbled back, frightened by my outburst. Some of the women watching from the hall whimper and make frightened mewling noises. I don’t care about them being scared as much as I do about this beautiful girl right beside me. I wish Beretta had given me some kind of warning.

“Don’t look at me like that, you big baby. We need to hurry,” Beretta glared right back at me, then moved down to my leg to check the damage. “Cecilia, check his ribs. The bruising looks severe. He won’t heal correctly with a rib lodged in his lungs or other organs.”

“I-I don’t,” she looked scared about approaching me.

“Here,” a dark-haired elvish girl pushed her way into the room, then came to sit beside me. Her hands light up, and she waves them over my chest. The tingling magic soothes as it mends my ribs back in place. She then moved Beretta aside, her eyes glowing brilliantly while staring at my bad leg.

In a matter of seconds, everything feels healed and mended. Now my Lycan is fully focused on Cecilia, just wanting to get her to safety and out of this hellhole.

“Thanks,” I told the elvish girl, though my eyes didn’t leave the redhead sitting and watching a few feet away with a tentative look on her face. The more I stared, the less frightened she seemed and the most gorgeous pink hue started staining her cheeks.

That pirate knobber can’t be the brother of such an angel. Now that I can scent her, her smell is too heavenly to be compared to his. He always smells like rum to me. But Beretta is sleeping with the captain. She would be able to identify his family members better than me, so it must be true.

It’s still hard to believe such an angel comes from the same family as him.

“You good now, or are we going to sit and twiddle our thumbs while waiting for those bastards to come back?” Beretta asked, reaching down to offer me a hand.

“Glad to see you’re as lively as ever,” I groaned as she pulled me up to my feet. I may be healed, but my body still aches.

“Glad to see that you are just alive,” she said with a teasing tone, though I heard a hint of emotion and true relief in her voice. Her eyes are glassy too as she stares at me.

I pulled her in, giving her a comforting hug, knowing she is trying to keep this all together for these women. It’s a heavy burden to bear, and she found my mate, saved her in whatever way she did from the torture she undoubtedly had to suffer for years. I selfishly am so grateful I brought her with me, even if we both went through this hell. I'm grateful to Beretta for so much right now.

She makes a soft choking noise, hugging me back, letting the tension drain from her body for those few seconds that she has her head tucked into my sore shoulder so the other women can’t see.

Then, the cutest little growl leaves Cecilia. She covers her mouth quickly and turns her back.

Thirty-Three

Adorable. She is fiery but adorable. I stared, hoping for her to turn so I could see more of the possessiveness that I caught a glimpse of on her adorable face.

Beretta smiled, following my line of sight while looking truly happy for me. She lifts her shoulders, letting all the weight of what's to come bear down on her body again, then shrugged her shoulders with a deep breath before pulling away.

“Okay, ladies. I have a mate back home to claim, and Cecilia now has one here that I'm sure she'd like to claim soon too. Let’s head out to-”

“Beretta,” another woman from outside in the hall interrupted her. “There is one more prisoner in this hall."

"One of our men?" She asked, looking at me before turning to look back at the woman. I didn't want to deny it was one of our warriors, but I don't think it is.

"I don't think so. She....She looks hurt. Badly. When you found your friend, we checked the other rooms and found her. We can’t get her chains off, though.”

Beretta quickly leaves the room, running to help The elvish girl following after her. That one is quiet, but she has an iron will.

I lingered behind for a moment, waiting beside Ceclia. She looked worried, but was hesitating to follow after the other women.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

She looked up at me from the corner of her eyes, then quickly looked away. The pain and fear was still on her face, making me anxious. “You won’t want me.” She whispered, her voice breaking as she spoke.

“What?” I asked, momentarily stunned, and my beast growled in my head with worried agitation.