The Game Of Quadruplet Mates
(Bk 2) Chapter 33

I was still blinking away lears when my head was roughly slammed against the marble walls, blurring my already obscured vision with stars and a pain that shot down my spine.

The impact was so hard that I know I am bleeding.

A cough leaves my lungs and just as I'm about to fall to the floor, rough hands are shoving me back into the wall.

The sticky feeling of my head slams against the marble walls again, making me wince and gasp for air.

"I didn't wanna hurt you."

My ears were ringing.

My heart was pounding.

I felt like I was suffocating... and then I realized it was because I was. Hands were choking me, closing around my throat tightly, unbearably, making me weak.

"It didn't have to come to this."

The muscles on my neck contracted in agony as I felt something break or snap from under the iron grip and I knew I was about to pass out any second if I didn't do something. "I'm sorry but you made me do this."

Something wet pressed against my mouth, it was a disgusting sensation that turned my blood cold because the wet thing that aggressively attacked me were lips.

Fear momentarily creeps through my veins, the horror of what's happening nearly overwhelming me more than the hold on my neck. That is until the feeling is replaced by a rage that shakes me to my core.

I would fight to my de a th before I let this happen.

My fists went flying, blindly shooting out as my vision swam with black, but I know I have hit my target when a gruff shout leaves the lips that are pressed against mine. I didn't waste a moment, shoving hard as I was desperate to

have some space between us and when I saw who had attacked me, a small cry left my lips.

"Mister F! How? What are you?"

He doesn't even blink, doesn't even care if I called him or that I looked so horrified and disgusted. His hands are quick to hold me again, his lips coming to press against mine once more. "This is all your fault. You did this!" "What?!" I saw the moment he came close, saw the moment he puckered his lips and stared at me with this sick fascination. But before I could panic, my instincts kicked in and I slammed my forehead against his nose. The force knocks us both back, the crunch of cartilage echoing through the empty halls.

I wrestled with my erratic heart, forcing my eyes to focus, but Mister F was not as drunk as I was because he tackled me to the ground with ease, slamming my head yet againon the foor. Tears started to fall from the corner of my eyes when I began to feel his knees on my hands and put his full weight on them, effectively trapping me. I grit my teeth, trying to calm myself, trying to think.

"What are you doing?" I attempted to pull my arm away from him but to no avail. "Don't do this. You're making a big mistake."

He leaned down until his lips were a breath away. "No! We could have had it all but you were too busy chasing the bad boys. But no problem. You want those types so badly?

I'll be one just for you."

Hearing this, everything in me twisted and twisted.

How could he do this?

He wasn't even drunk or out of his mind, this was of his own volition.

His own choice.

Something hot dripped on my face and when I looked up at Mister F's face, I saw how his nose was broken and gushing out blood. He looked so angry, so spiteful. It looked so strange on his kind face... on the face that I entered the Games with.

And then he leans down, his nose on my neck, sniffing and taking deep breaths.

I felt violate d.

So horribly violated.

Hate filled me and before I could think, my teeth, which had extended because of a shift that was taking over my body,grabbed for his ear and bit down hard. And with every disgusting sniff he gave, I pulled and I pulled and I pulled until 1 could hear him s cre a min g out my name as tore his ear off of his head

There was so much blood that I bathed in it but I didn't care, I only spat the piece of flesh out into his face

And I was hungry for more

Mister Fis still s cre a ming, holding the side of his head to stop the rush of blood

I take the opportunity to kick him off me, breathing hard as Thurry to stand and grasp the walls to steady me. My head was in so much pain and everything was still spinning. On top of that, my stomach lurched, my insides turning.

Blood was everywhere, spilling out onto the white marble floors and when Mister F stood up to get to me, even more blood came.

"You'll pay for that" He growled, his entire body shaking with a shift.'

"You'll pay for all of this!"

I sucked in a breath and put my hand up, ready for him. My body might be begging me for a break, for a moment to have my head heal, but I didn't care, pushing all that back. I wasn't going down without a fight.

He comes forward, running to eliminate the distance between us and even if my entire body wanted to just lay down to recuperate, I plant my feet on the ground and prepare for the worst.

The worst comes as he dives for me, but I dodge at the last second, before bringing my hands together to slam against his ribs, swinging my arms like I was hitting a gong and striking where I know hurts between shifts. The snap of bones rings through the halls and when he's crumpled up on the ground whispering my name, tears spilled from my eyes as I start stomping on him.

Over and over.

And over.

I was crying so much that I couldn't see past the black and red.

All there was were sounds, sounds of my feet pulversing him.

The frustration of the week, my sorrow for 0 and everything else that had to do with these Games makes me continue wrecking this man who dared to touch me.

I was done being nice.

I was done having people walk all over me.

When the body below me stops moving, I collapse onto my knees, unable to keep it together anymore as I cry my eyes out.

I was only vaguely aware of the heavy pair of footsteps that thundered towards the hall or the surprised sound that came from the pair that appeared in the corner. All I know is when I do look up and I see 0 and my guard standing together, I replace myself running to my guard, breaking down in his arms.

He doesn't hesitate to embrace me. His hands were all over me and when those hands felt around my neck and the back of my head, I knew he had almost shifted if not for 0, who understood what had happened and threw himself at the passed out body on the floor.

"What did you do?!" He shouted, the sound mixed with the growls of an animal. "How dare you touch her?!"

From under my guard's arms, I saw O holding Mister F by the collar, by the neck, choking him like he choked me

Mister F was still breathing, I could see the rise and fall of his chest.

But he was pale, deathly pale, losing considerable blood.

And then another rush of footsteps came, running quickly to where Mister F and O were to break them apart.

"Have you gone mad?" The organizer looked absolutely scandalized. "You'll be disqualified or worse!"

O didn't let go despite the arms that pulled him away. "He attacked her! I cannot let this go!"

The organizer whirled around to look at me. "What?"

O's hands were around Mister F's neck and they tightened with every word he said. "Yes, he hurt her. Look at her. She was choked, her head is bleeding and her arms! He was trying to take advantage of her"

My guard kept still, his arms on me and only me. I know he is holding himself back to comfort me, to be there for me, but I also know all he wanted to do was be the one to choke Mister F.

"We have to alert the Alpha." The organizer says quickly.

"We can't-"

"No." It was my guard, his chest vibrating from a growl that left his lips. The pure anger that radiates off him almost makes me pull away. "I'm tired of this. It's time we acted. Enough warnings and disqualifications."

For the first time, my guard lets me go and I watch as he yanks Mister F from O's grip before breaking his neck with one quick snap. The sound sent a chill down my spine. The hall and the people that had gathered - other guards and organizers froze.

Silence filled the hall with the only sound being the echo of a neck snapping.

"TIl take full responsibility." He says simply like he didn't just kill someone in the Games with about a dozen witnesses. "Get this body away before I rip it apart."

He takes me in his arms again, carrying me like one does a child and, without another word, walks out of the hallway.

His eyes were on my neck, seeing the healing bruises, and he closed them like it hurt him to see me like that.

I was in shock.

So many things had happened, my mind and emotions were unable to keep up with the rollercoaster of today. All I could do was hold him, grasping his black jacket like my life depended on it. I didn't know what to think or do.

"I'm sorry:" He whispers, looking like he has failed me when all he's ever done was the opposite.

"I'm sorry I wasn't

there when you needed me. I was giving you space when I saw you with O and I didn't realize this would happen. At least not here."

I shake my head, wincing from the movement, but I can tell that I'm already healing, that in only a few minutes I'll be like brand new. "You did nothing wrong. I'm okay. I'm just a little drunk. That's all."

His eyes darkened and I knew I had said the wrong thing." Your skull was c ra c ked open like a coconut and your neck is red with claw marks. You are not okay."

"Will you be okay?" I replace myself asking, not caring for myself at the moment. "You just... you spilled blood. In the Games. They'll take you away. You've broken so many rules. You've broken the ultimate rule. There's no way you'll come out of this without punishment."

The Games... it's supposed to be peaceful.

Guards are supposed to keep the peace.

But now blood has been spilled.

And it had been spilled by a guard.

No one has ever died in the Games before.

Never.

"I was doing my job. Don't worry about me." He says dismissively. "Don't even think about me after what just happened to you. I want you well. I've already called doctors."

"Answer me." I pressed, unable to let this go. Of course, I was still shaken up by what happened to me, but right now, all I could think about was my guard and if this was the last time I was going to see him. "Are you going to be taken away after what happened with Mister F?"

He sucks in a breath, giving into me. "No. I won't let them."

"Promise me." I demanded, holding him even tighter."

Promise me."

"I promise."