My Human Mate novel Chapter 73

My breath instantly caught in my throat and I no longer knew how to breathe. I could feel my eyes widen to the size of a 50 cent coin, my feet were frozen to the ground unable to move and my brain couldn't even form a full sentence.

"Alana," Richard spoke in the smooth, condescending voice, sounding cool, calm and collected. "You look confused about this situation?" He cocked an eyebrow and kept the smug look plastered on his face.

Confused? I was suprised, terrified, scared, horrified, sad, guilty and so many other emotions I didn't know if they had a name, and all he could tell was that I looked confused. I thought that another expression could have been used to describe my mental state right now, but apparently that was it.

"I, I" I stuttered not being able to form a sentence. "You, I, what?" My mind was in shock and I feel useless. I have no clue what to do.

"I warned you Alana. Michael is a bad wolf, a rogue who hurts the innocent." He tutted.

"Innocent?" I spat finally finding my ground. "You got a fucking gun pointed at my head! How is that innocent?"

"I warned you," he snarled ignoring my comment. " I specifically told you to stay away from him because no good comes from wolves of any sort. I'm a hunter, and I kill any wolf I see." His voice was so dark and menacing that chills ran down my spine.

A flash of black near the tree line caught my attention and a flash of hope surged through me. A black wolf, bigger than the average size so I automoaticay presumed it to be a werewolf, silently crept up and behind Richard, teeth bared and it looked like it was prepared to attack.

Slight hope built up inside of me, thinking the wolf is here to help me. With the silent moves nobody would hear it creeping up towards us; the only reason I saw it was from the flash of black that caught my eye.

"Apart from this one here," he nodded his head to the black wolf behind him and all specs of hope inside of me vanished. I could feel the colour draining from my face and my hands twitching at my side.

"Please, d-don't do t-this. I'm a human, I d-didn't do anything wrong!!" I pleaded to him.

Michael, help me!! I opened up mind link, pleading desperately whilst trying to keep my face neutral as if I wasn't connecting with someone through my mind.

"Do me a favour, pretty." He said, sending a shiver of discust down my spine.

"You tell your pretty little mate that his life is about to become hell. Do you know why?" He asked me in a tone you would use with a three year old wondering why the sky is blue.

"Because when I, for instance take this knife here," he said evilly reaching to to his jacket pocket and bring out out a small pocket knife. He flipped it open and the silver blade caught the morning sun making it shine and look that much more dangerous. "And press it into your skin to draw blood," a yell left my lips when I felt the blade peircing my skin and I could feel the tears leaving my eyes.

"Michael will be able to sense your in pain, and since his locked up and helpless while I torture his mate, his wolf will slowly weaken to a point where he will welcome death with open arms." An evil chuckle left his lips at his explanation.

"Please no," I pleaded feeling a trickle of blood leaving my upper arm where he cut me. The stinging of it was still there but I tried to block it out. Michael would be going through worse, I reminded myself.

"Go on, tell him." He smugly nodded at my head.