Change For Me (Werewolf Romance) (The Alpha's Kiss) (23 page)

“Lily?” Cat said. Her voice was stronger, but almost drowned out by the noise. “Lily! What is that? Are we going to die?”

I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulled her down to my level and huddled her against me. With our backs to the concrete stairs, there was no safer place. Well, except back at home, in Damon’s arms.

Those big, strong arms.

The image carried me away for a moment, away from the horror and the cold and the dark. Away from the musty, awful hole Cat and I were banished to.

Another soul-shattering thud brought me right back.

It was metal on metal that time, or something on metal, at least. Roaring, crunching, ripping sounds filled our cellar. Obviously, whatever had broken out above us was too wild to be held by walls.

“You won’t hurt... her!”
Damon roared above all the racket. I’d recognize that voice anywhere, any time. My heart immediately jumped up into my throat.
“Do whatever you want... with me... you won’t hurt... her!”

“Oh my God Lily, what’s happening? What is going on?”

“I think they’re... uh... they’re fighting,” was all I could manage to say.

A lump in my throat kept me from saying more.

“Yeah? You think so?”
Devin was out of control. Where Damon was obviously furious, Devin wasn’t even... he didn’t sound human. It sounded like every single word ripped at his throat. His voice was so fearsome and unhinged that I almost felt sorry for him.
“How’s that? You like that? Your mate is mine you... you...”
A snarl ripped through the air, Devin’s voice carried away by his agony.

A sickening thud rang out.

And then another and another.

Each time I heard the sound, my teeth rattled, my body ached.

My stomach lurched. I don’t know how, but clear as day, I saw what was going to happen before it did.

“Get down,” I said to Cat. “Stay there.”

The instant we both huddled down and covered our heads, I felt a sucking rush of air as the cellar door was peeled back. Each hinge groaned, creaked and gave way one after another. Bolts being torn out of the concrete fixture made such a horrible scraping that my ribs ached.

“Lily!” Devin screamed, wild with lust or madness, it didn’t matter. “If you want to see your sweet Damon, you’ll come to me. Now!”

My stomach, already tied in a knot, lurched.

If he’s the one screaming for me, then...?

Cat tugged on my hand, trying to keep me from going to him, but I shoved her away. “No,” I whispered. “He’ll come down here if I don’t go up there. Whatever you do,
don’t move
until I say so.”

“If... if you’re sure,” she said. “If that’s what you want.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll—”

My voice trailed off, my thoughts carried away by worry for myself, but mostly for Cat and Damon. I heard Cat grind her teeth as I stuck my hand out, feeling the cold, rough concrete rasp under my palm.

“Lily?” she said softly, barely above a whisper. “Do you have a plan or something?”

“Get UP here! I’ve got Damon busted up, he won’t last long.” Devin growled, then snapped his jaws. I could only imagine what kind of shape he was in. “Unless you want me to rip hip apart, you’ll come up here right now!”

“Lily!” Cat said again, reaching out and grabbing my arm as I slid around the stairs. “Do you have a plan?”

I chewed my lip and paused for just a moment. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m gonna... see what happens. Stay down here. Don’t worry. If Damon really is up there, he won’t be hurt. He’ll help us. I just know it.” I swallowed hard, forcing my panic down into my stomach.

“NOW!”

“Yes, I’m coming,” I said. “It’s dark, I have to be careful.”

I turned the corner around the bottom of the stairs, and, looking up to the top, a pale, sickly light framed a massive black form. “Devin,” I said under my breath, as the awful shape flexed its shoulders.

From where I stood, he filled the entire doorway from shoulder to shoulder. His waist was trim, and it looked like clothes hung in tatters off his legs, but the way the light drowned him out, I couldn’t see any of the details of his body.

“Li... ly...” came in a whispered groan from the left of where Devin stood, and immediately I knew what it was, but I willed up the stairs, one trembling footfall at a time. “Lily,” he groaned so pitifully I hurt for him. “Lily... no...”

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“Y
ou hear that?” Devin snapped his elongated jaws at the air. When he spoke, his voice was taut and pained. “He’s begging! This is the Skarachee alpha? This mess? He hardly even fought!”

Every shred of my being wanted to lash out, or charge him or something, but too much was at stake. Too much hung in the balance for me to give in to stupid impulses. Suddenly, an idea flashed into my head.

“I,” I had to pause to swallow the bile in my throat. “I am, Devin, I... wow, you’re so strong, so powerful. You really
are
the true alpha.”

He grunted and snorted and laughed, shuffling from side to side and then backing up so that the swinging overhead lamp illuminated his features. So bestial and ferocious, but at the same time, I couldn’t manage to tear my eyes away. His muscles rippled, flexed and relaxed with each clench of his twisted, clawed hands.

Under the stairs, Cat moved a little.
Please don’t do anything stupid, please...
I heard a shuffling sound and then she let out a sigh.

Damon took a deep breath that rattled when it left. I knew that if I could just hold on for a few moments he would heal enough to make another move, but looking at the thing in front of me, I had no idea how any normal person – even one as big as Damon – could do
anything
.

Black fur blurred the lines of his figure, but Devin’s pale yellow eyes shot a chill straight through me. “That’s it,” he said in a near-whisper. “That’s it, come here.”

I took another step forward, almost unconsciously extending my hand. No matter how awful he was or how much hate I felt, I couldn’t stop myself. Some sort of otherworldly force pulled me to the monster at the top of the stairs. He took a stuttering step backward again before again demanding that I hurry.

“Come!”

I advanced toward him slowly. Buying time, wasting time, whatever it was, I needed Damon to wake up like five minutes ago.

I punched at his prone body with my toe.

“Hey! I didn’t say anything about trying to wake sleeping beauty!” Devin’s hand shot out much further than I expected his reach to extend and he grabbed a handful of hair, almost yanking me off my feet.

He shook me, claws scraping the sides of my face. Flattening his palms against my cheeks, Devin squeezed and turned my head back and forth, studying me.

“I’ve always liked you best, you know,” he said in that grotesque, pained voice. His breath went ragged and hard. “Ever since we were together way back when, I—”

I nodded, pretending the one date at a pizza buffet could be considered a relationship. Somehow, I managed to bury snarky Lily for long enough to keep up the act.

Devin’s lips pulled away from those long yellow teeth as I rotated his position just enough that even with his hands on my face, I could see Damon out the corner of my eye.

Come on, come on, come on... Get up damn you, get up!

Humming in my mind, the path Devin’s fingers took down my cheeks burned into me. It wasn’t that I was scared – I was past fear, past terror, into a numb cocoon – it was that Damon
really
needed to hurry.

“That’s nice,” Devin growled. “Don’t you think? See, Lily? I can be... unnn... tender. Don’t you like that?”

Nodding, I said, “Yes, it’s very nice, Devin. You make me feel so good, so taken care of and safe.” I shot another glance to Damon, who stirred just slightly.

I channeled my thoughts, willing him to life. The little stir was all he had in him, at least right then.

“Just... imagine it, Lily,” Devin started in, snorting between the words, twisting his head back and forth like he heard or saw things that weren’t there. Or maybe he did. “All this could be ours. We Caraks could take over the whole place. Look at him.” He poked Damon with his foot. “That’s not much of a leader. He’s all the Skarachee have.”

Have you seen this place? What a beautiful kingdom. A desert, a trailer park, and some huts
.

“Uh-huh,” I said.

Damon stirred again. I thought really, really hard.

“Answer me!” Devin demanded, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look in his face. “Don’t you
want
that?”

“Yes, yes, of course! It sounds wonderful, it...”

“What is it? What gives my mate pause? Do I need to dispatch that cub?” Devin flicked a glance to Damon and pulled an almost comically long knife out of his belt. How had I not noticed that before?

“B... but how could you kill him with that? You two have torn each other to shreds and then just—”

“Healed?” Devin snarled. “Let’s see him heal through this.” He bent and touched the blade to the side of Damon’s face.

The metal against his skin made a sickening squealing, screaming sound, and when he pulled it away, there was a black scar where it had been. “Silver,” Devin said, curling his horrible lips back in a grin. “If nothing else you’ve heard about us is true, that is, at least.”

“N – no,” I stuttered. “No, no need for that. It’ll be much worse for him if he sees you take me away. He’ll be humiliated.”

Devin nodded. Damon stirred again.

Open your eyes! Come back to me, Damon!

Both of them snapped open at once, his piercing green irises shot through with gold.

“Give up, Lily... just give up.”

He grabbed my shirt, yanking me toward him, but a split second later, Damon’s eyes focused. His first vision was of Devin’s clawed hand squeezing my throat.

The air in my lungs burned.

“Let her go,” he growled.

Where a second before he was on his back, staring, he had somehow got all the way to his feet and was crouched, ready to pounce.

“Oh, brother, you fool, I—”

Energy exploded as Damon’s legs propelled him ten feet across the room. He drove his shoulder straight into Devin’s gut, and slammed him against the concrete wall, crushing the air from his lungs. Devin let out a loud, mocking laugh that was tinged with a little bit of blood in the corner of his mouth.

Damon drove his elbow into Devin’s wrist, and the long knife clattered to the floor.

“How do you expect to win?” Devin cackled, blood on his teeth.

It didn’t take long for me to realize the blood was from him, not from Damon.

As my beautiful Damon’s shoulders grew wider, his shirt split down the middle. His legs swelled, tearing his dark jeans until they hung in tatters from his trim waist.

“I... won’t... let... you hurt...” He drew a ragged breath and turned to me. “Lily.”

Underneath his ripping clothes, gray – no, more like mercury, quicksilver – fur grew from his skin, his face elongated, but still looked like
Damon
. They were both massive, both lined with hard, flexing muscle, but compared to Devin, who was twisted and horrible and full of rage, Damon looked calm.

This
is what Poko told me about for the story. How the clans split, one half giving in to rage and hate while the other refused. Carak and Skarachee.

My stomach turned as the two alphas finally met each other’s eyes.

“You’ve changed, brother,” Devin said with a sneer. “About time. What did it? What finally got you angry enough? Was it seeing me with Lily?”

“No,” Damon replied, calmly. “I don’t hate you. I’m not angry. I... I feel sorry for you.”

Damon’s gaze was cold, dispassionate. Devin’s was full of hellfire.

“You sound like a boy scout,” the wolf crushed against the wall spat.

One punch, then another, turned Devin’s head back and forth. His cackling laugh turned into haunting, insane babble. Damon threw a third one, but Devin moved away at the last moment and Damon’s fist slammed into the wall, sending a spray of concrete in a ring around it. He grunted and recoiled, but not before his brother slashed his chest with his dagger-like claws.

Damon threw back his head, roaring in pain, but when Devin tried to throw another punch, Damon grabbed his hand in mid-air.

A sickening crunch sent the rage-filled brother to his knees. “Is that enough, Devin?”

Devin threw another punch. Damon easily grabbed that hand too, and pushed down so hard the floor creaked and dented. But still, he struggled. “You will... never win... Damon,” Devin growled. “Not without... giving in.”

“No,” Damon said. “I’m not like you.”

Devin’s hand moved around, scrabbling for something. His fingers close around the hilt of that huge dagger and I surged forward, knowing Damon hadn’t seen.

“Lily! No!” he shouted, but I was already in the air. Devin’s hand flashed, silver moonlight bouncing off the blade.

Right where my collarbones met, I felt pressure, but no puncture.

I fell. A grunt of pain escaped me, and my hand went to my throat. A long, thin, shallow cut trailed from the center of my chest to my shoulder. “The tooth,” I said, sucking air. “It stopped the knife. I—”

“Enough!” Damon roared, lifting his brother off the ground by the throat, then slamming him to the floor again. The knife clattered near the entrance to the cellar, ten or fifteen feet from where the giants clashed.

Muscles flexed, Damon gritted his teeth, squeezing Devin’s throat so hard that the cords in his massive, silver-lined neck and forearm went tight.

Then, a groan escaped the slightly smaller, black half-wolf, and his hand relaxed.

“Damon!” I shouted. “No! Don’t kill him! You know what Poko said, he—”

Devin thrashed again then went limp. He was still breathing, but only barely. “Damon,” I said, “I love you. I’m safe.” I ran to him, wrapping my arms around his massive shoulders and collapsed against his burning hot skin. “There’s no need for this.”

A shudder crept through Damon, and he clenched his eyes tight for a moment.

I kissed his neck, I kissed his cheek. “Please,” I whispered. “Be stronger than him.”