Lucas' POV
"Who... Are... You...?" I asked.
I could barely recognize my voice. My vocal cord must have been torn.
The little white wolf took a glance at me as if it was checking if I was alright, but it didn't answer my question.
Instead, it lowered its head to get closer to my father while stomping on his spine again, triggering waves of my father's scream again. It seemed that this tiny little thing was determined to torture my father before killing him.
"Don't hurt my husband!" My mother pleaded in tears. She wanted to protect my father, but she also wanted to hold me in her arms. I could tell she was torn.
The little white wolf heard my mother's voice and raised its head abruptly, staring at me.
At that time, I recognized its olive-green eyes.
"Leah...?! Is that you...?" I asked.
Leah's POV
Lucas' voice brought me back to sanity.
I looked down at the giant grey wolf twitching under my claws.
"You damn old fool!" I snarled in anger. "Are you crazy?! Why did you try to kill your own son?!"
"Let go of him! You crazy bitch!" Lucas' mother, Rosalie, recognized me as well and started yelling at me.
My head was still sizzling with anger. So I turned my head to her and hurled, "Stop calling me bitch, you old witch! Your husband was going to kill your son! What have you done to stop it?! Crying on the floor like an idiot?!"
"How dare you talk back at me like that?! You're still Lucas' wife and I'm still your mother-in-law! You treat me with some respect or I'll..."
"Or what?! Your husband is under my claws! If I pressed my feet a bit harder, his eyes would pop up out of his sockets like ping-pong balls! How do you like that?!" I snarled.
Rosalie immediately shut up.
I was enraged. When Jalin called me and told me that Jorah had called him to tell him that Lucas' father was going to kill him, I thought it was only a figurative speech.
And then when I came here and saw that damn old fool tearing off my mate's throat!
Well, my ex-mate. But that's irrelevant!
Furious.
I knew the connection between me and Lucas was gone after he rejected me, but somehow, as Lucas' legitimate wife, I still went wild.
"Listen, Mister," I pressed my feet on the wolf's spine and said. "You have always been abusive to Lucas ever since he was a little boy. You could kill your own son as you like, but I'm not going to allow you to hurt my husband! Next time I see you laying a finger on my husband, I will come back and finish the job I haven't done today! Did you hear me?! I'm talking to you!" I stomped on his back again.
"Urrrrrgh! I've heard everything! Loud and clear!" The grey wolf screamed in pain, coughing blood and saliva out of his mouth.
I removed my front feet from the grey wolf and took a leap toward Lucas to check on him.
At exactly the same time, Rosalie let go of his son and crawled on all fours to check on his husband.
Lucas, who had a giant cut on his neck, lying in a pool of blood on the floor. He had already transformed into human form. His flawless naked torso was like a fallen Ancient Greek sculpture. His face was as pale as chalk because of the excessive loss of blood.
I was worried, so I circled around him anxiously, leaving traces of bloody footprints on the floor.
I used my nose to poke his legs. There was no response. In despair, I used my head to lift up his arm to press my face against his chest.
I strained my ears and held my breath, with my eyes wide open.
To my relief, I heard his heartbeat, which was steady and powerful.
Even though Lucas' eyes were still closed, I could tell that he was still alive.
Lifting my head, my nose bumped into his marvelous chiseled jaw, which rested on top of my head. The wound on Lucas' neck was visibly closing itself, which was a good sign.
We werewolves are majestic wild beasts. The ability to heal almost any kind of wound almost magically never fails to amaze me.
I lowered my head and buried myself in his arms. His muscular chest was rising up and down beneath his blood-soaked shirt. His breath was sweet and enchanting as if he was just sleeping.
I used to look at him like this in his arms on our wedding night after we consummated for the first time.
He was sort of cruel and sort of ripped me apart, but I still couldn't help myself wanting to hug him in my arms and kiss him.
I felt I was hypnotized. Every time I laid my eyes on my ex-mate, I fell in love with him. He was just that good-looking, and falling in love with him was the easiest thing to do in the world.
His chest was so warm and he smelt so damn good as always. I stroked my head against his chest a few times and found the perfect rest spot for my head, so I just curled up into a fur ball while pressing my body against his chest.
At that time, Jorah suddenly ran all the way from the garden into the living room. When he saw Lucas lying on the ground in a pool of blood, he started crying out like a melting candle.
He kneeled on the floor, lowering his head while shaking Lucas' body to try to wake him up.
He wailed, "Alpha! Please! Don't leave me! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! I know I'm not even as half-smart and capable as Basil, but I'm really trying very hard! Please don't leave me! Ahhhh! I'm a bad, bad Beta! And a worse, worse friend!"