The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 161

Chapter 161 The snarl escaping him tells us he wanted more. More blood. More pain. Just more. His given title no longer seems so farfetched. The thirst for blood when pushed to the limit rivals one of a demon. Like a spawn of hell that sought to spill as much blood as he could. Claws that drug his body up the gates of unadulterated sin. The need for the red liquid straining any other function of his mind. He was so enwrapped with bloodlust. “Stop!” Benicio was the first and only wolf to try and interfere. He moved toward Raizel, trying to reach out for Landon with the arm I didn’t break but fell short when Raizel plunged his claws into his side. Benicio’s jaw goes slack when Raizel pulls his claws out of his flesh. No hint of remorse or care could be traced in his expression. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

From the distance we heard Sophie scream. She’s hurrying over to her mate as he fell back. Hestia could only watch in utter horror as she glances over to me. The area where Raizel struck him was nowhere near any vital org ans to cause death but enough to draw a considerable amount of blood to soak into his shirt. Crying and choking out tears, mother tears the hem of her dress to push down on the wound. She’s screaming for the wolves to help but everyone was too focused on Raizel’s storming ferocity to move. Too afraid to be the one on the receiving end of his wrath. Snapping myself out of my trance, I step forward to try and stop him but someone’s hand wraps around me. I look up, seeing Emerson standing by and shaking his head in a firm but silent ‘no’. I can’t help the confused look on my face. Drawing my brows together, I part my lips in question. “What are you doing?” I ask him, trying to pull my hand back. Emerson keeps his hold and warily glances over to where Raízel

was digging his nails into Landon’s skin. “You’ll get hurt.” Is the only thing he says. It wasn’t a warning of ‘if’ it happens, he knows it will. Chewing on my bottom lip, I give him one final persistent shake of my head. If there was anyone who shouldn’t be afraid of him, it’d be me. “I won’t.” Pressing his lips in a thin line, he reluctantly lets go and watches as I make my way to Raizel’s heaving form. His back is turned to me, head turned in Landon’s direction. Landon, who was laying on the ground, blinks slowly when he sees me approaching. A spark of hope in those diminishing green eyes but I simply look away. My wolf not wanting to give him any other reason for his crazy delusions only whines at the look on Raizel’s face. I take in a breath, warily lifting my hand up and gently touched the side of his face. His hand quickly wraps around my wrist in a tight, bruise-inducing hold and I wince from the contact. He wasn’t in complete control. Still hazy from the anger rushing through his veins to see clearly. Isaac steps forward, and shoots me a look. His bluish green eyes brimming with concern. 13:14 The Fomala Alabala Sanctuary Chapter 161 “Don’t.” I tell him. My voice soft but strong. Still looking a bit perplexed, Isaac hangs back for a few seconds in case I changed my mind and gives me a curt nod when I don’t. I turn my attention back at Raizel, his hold still tight around my wrist but not enough to break it. I move closer and almost immediately felt the radiating warmth he gives out. His dark eyes finally leave Landon to fix on me. Lifting my other hand, I place my palm at the other side of his face. Both hands now cradling his head. Raizel relaxes, dark eyes softening just a bit before he nuzzles his face on my fingers. A soft purr rumbling from the back of his throat as he breathes me in. He slowly removes his hand from my wrist,

opting to press his large hands on my hips. His thick arms encircling around me as he buries the tip of his nose in the crook of my neck. His soft hair tickles the side of my face. The string scent of rosewood and pine filling my nostrils. I feel him calming, his wolf slowly giving up the reins of control as he holds me tighter against him. The strong beating of his heart thundering against my chest and very well matches mine. Our hearts beating as one when I run my fingers through his thick hair. Stroking his scalp as gently as I could, he groans and licks at the junction connecting my neck and shoulder. “My Selene…” He mumbles. “Mine. His fingers press into my side, but I don’t flinch away from his hold. “Only mine.” He adds. His wolf pulls from my neck and presses his forehead against mine. Such darkness embedded in his gaze with a small flame of fire lighting up when he looks at me. “Mine?” He asks softly. There’s uncertainty in his eyes. The slight tremor in his voice coaxing a frown to mar my face. I nod against him, running the pads of my thumb over his cheekbones. A gesture I had hoped would calm him enough.