Chapter 0222


    Damien


    My knuckles hit the punch bag over and over.


    Raven won''t let me touch her when she’s on her period. Telling me it''s gross and disgusting and that if I tried touching her she would happily cut my


    dick off.


    Between the two, I would rather keep my cock, so instead I burn my energy in the punch bags.


    I pause as stuffing starts spewing from the splits in the bag. Taking it off its hook, I carry it over to the others that had already broken through. The


    lady that repairs them is going to hate me for all the work I''m providing her with.Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    As I hoist another bag onto my shoulder, a sharp pain spirals through my chest and almost has me doubled over, sucking the air from my lungs.


    “Raven!”


    Dropping the bag. I charge across the grounds, ignoring the concerned looks from the other Wolves


    "RAVEN?" I call out as I run through the back door and into the packhouse.


    She stares at me wide eyed with a spoonful of ice cream halfway to her mouth. The spiralling pain continues to stab at my heart, but my mate is


    sitting right in front of me, lookingpletely fine and confused


    Ravens brow dips down as a small crease forms between them. "Are you okay?”


    "Are you?" I fire back, trying to keep the anger at bay as my heart thuds against my chest like its trying to break free.


    She nods, still wide eyed.


    The pain vibrates through my chest, but doesn’t spread any further.


    It couldn''t be possible.


    “Damien?” There''s an edge of worry to her tone as she speaks my name. But if she was fine, that could only mean one thing.


    I rub my chest. “I think.... I think Salem is dead.”


    Her spoon tters to the table. “He''s....dead? But you are here?”


    “I felt pain. I thought you were hurt, yet you are fine. It can only be him.” I wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let her go.


    She blinks a few times as though she hadn''t heard me. “Who... who would have killed him?


    “It could have been anyone. The bar


    where I found Dottie wouldn''t have


    been thest ce for him to get a._


    feed.” I rgb’ my chest again. The pain


    was unexpected. I didn''t think there


    was : anything left connecting me


    and iy brother. “The idiot must


    have got himself wrappedup i in


    something else.”


    "Are you okay?” She asks quietly. “I know you wanted to be the one to end his life because of what he did.”


    It was true. I wanted to be the veryst thing he saw. I wanted to see him take hisst breath as life drained from his body. I nod. He was dead and


    that was one less thing we had to be concerned about. "What about you?”


    She may not verbally speak it, but


    she questioned-what happened to


    him, letting the questions build in her


    mind. Wondering how he ended up


    bing as hateful as he did. She


    never said it, and kept the thoughts


    to herself I think sometimes;she


    forgets that I could read her ‘mind.


    ANd afterst time, I wasn''t going to


    be the one to drag it out of her so


    aggressively .


    "He deserved it.” She whispers and sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth.


    “It''s fine.” I offer. “I just want you to tell me the trut, when you are ready.”


    I''m careful with my words. Watching her tiny reactions and making sure I don’t push too much. She isn''t afraid to shut me out if I push too much.


    ‘I cared for him once. You know


    that.” She lets-qut a heavy sigh. “He


    seemed suclya good man at one


    point. Thaugh he was filling my head


    with lies{delling me what I wanted-o


    hear. Making promises that hewas


    never-going to keep. He has done


    hortible, horrible things” She looks


    déwn at her leg. It was almost


    completely healed but she still


    refused to go on packruns or shift,


    just in case’.