Chapter Seven
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Jackson had never seen a wolf heal so fast in his life. He’d watched her like what would normally take a few days for wolves. She healed within hours. The damage had been so extensive that some weaker wolves would have even needed the help of the full moon and their wolf to heal.
He couldn’t believe it.
Gazing at her now, he was knocked once again by her magnificence. Her long, black hair with stripes of gold fell down her back. There existed leaves and some dirt within the strands from the hunt. He loved her brown eyes, which also had flashes of amber, showcasing her wolf.
This woman was strong.
He especially loved seeing her full body. The dress she wore didn’t do it justice, but he’d been watching her for two months now and knew she hid nice, large t**s, full hips, juicy, thick thighs, and a curvy butt beneath the horrid garment.
His c**k started to thicken just watching her.
“No,” Hailey said, recoiling from the blade.
Jackson put forward his brow. “No?”
She shook her skull. “I’m not going to do it.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “You’re not proceeding to kill those responsible for making your life miserable?”
“No.” She frowned. “How do you—?”
“Know that these … animals hurt you?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I’ve been watching you all. I’m the one who has seen what you all do to this woman, for fun.” He drew his foot back and kicked the alpha. This man was the biggest monster. He laughed and allowed it to happen, and took pride in doing it himself.
Revulsion filled Jackson. It was rare for his hatred to know such passions. He often ignored packs, especially the invites he received.
He was a rare wolf. Able to live among humans, completely undetected.
“Stop,” Hailey said.
Jackson sealed the length between them, grabbing the back of her inlet and pressing her up against him.
For the last two months, he’d been visualizing what it would sense like to have this woman’s body squeezed against his. He liked the feel of her, and he didn’t want it to stop.
His wolf wanted to contend with her. To turn her over to the nearest object and to claim her. She was … beautiful, intoxicating, and his need to bury himself deep inside her cunt was so strong.
This need had never been so … difficult to control.
Pressing his face against her neck, he breathed in her scent, trying to stop his needs from overflowing, but it was impossible to do so.
All the people in this pack needed to be punished.
“I had to watch them all hurt you,” he said. “You never fought back, and I thought you were a coward. Then I realized why you never stopped them. You were not allowed, were you? The alpha stopped you. He told you to never stop anyone from hitting you. To keep your hands by your sides like a good little b***h, and to take the beating.”
He saw the tears fill her eyes, and he wanted to hurt this man again. “He will not live for what he did to you.”
“I don’t want his death on my conscience.”
Jackson glanced at her, a little … taken aback.
He expected more thirst for blood. The men in his world all wanted the same thing; revenge and the desire to hurt. All that had happened to them was banishment and branding.
Hailey stood before him, branded and still with mottled bruises from another beating she had sustained.
Her body was already healing, even before his gaze. It was miraculous.
“Please, I … I don’t want anything to happen to the pack, I just want to leave,” Hailey said.
“Leave?”
“Yes, I keep imploring and imploring him to let me leave, but I fear if I kill him, I will be compelled to stay here forever.”
Jackson watched her, seeing the desperation. He didn’t know how long she’d gone through this kind of treatment, but her needs were clear. She was more interested in getting away.
Jackson grabbed the alpha and lifted him. He’d already broken both of the bastard’s legs, so keeping him still wasn’t a challenge.
“Tell the nice lady what she wants to hear,” Jackson said.
When the alpha made no sound, he grabbed the guy’s d**k, knowing he’d be able to tear it right off him with a good firm tug.
The screams coming from him filled the air, and Hailey flinched, but he heard it.
“You can leave, Hailey Foster, and never come back.”
Jackson dropped the alpha to the floor and saw the first smile on the woman’s face. She looked … mesmerizing. “I can leave,” she said, covering her mouth and smiling.
“Yes,” he said. “Go.”
“You’re going to let me leave?”
He smiled. “Consider me your guardian angel in this situation. Go and don’t come back. Run.”
She spun on her heel, and he nodded to his two men at the back of the pack, who immediately started to follow her.
Hailey would be able to leave the pack, but she wouldn’t go too far. She was his mate, and he was going to make sure she never wanted anything.
Staring at the pack, he smiled.
Hailey had to leave, she got her wish, and now, it was up to him to deal with the pack for harming his woman.
“Where’s your branding iron?” Jackson asked.
The crowd gasped.
It was a great affront, merely as he understood it was, but he didn’t give a s**t.
A few men tried to escape, but none of them succeeded. It took less than ten minutes to find the branding tools at the alpha’s residence. The large iron lay in the fire, and Jackson used the glove, extracting it and pressing the flames into the bastard’s cheek.
The sounds of screams and the horrible stench of burning flesh filled the air, but he needed to make sure the son of a b***h didn’t lose this branding.
One by one, he took those he’d seen harming Hailey, and he branded all of them, holding the burning rod against their cheek, not caring if they were men or women. The only people he saw to be kind to Hailey were children, and so they remained unharmed.
This pack would have to live with their shame, with their brand of being unwanted. If Hailey had asked for it, he’d have killed every single one of them.
His woman had compassion.
Soon, she would belong to him completely.
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