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Hadn’t needed to. The first had tried leeches—black, glistening things he’d placed on her wrists while muttering about “bad blood.” I’d watched them swell red, then burst when the hellfire in my palm flared without warning. He hadn’t even had time to scream before the flames took him.

My palm bleeds for a split second before my eyes widen in horror as the wound seals up right in front of me as if the injury… it never happened I drop the shards onto the floor, my breath coming out in short gasps as my vision blurs. “What the hell…” I whisper. My knees buckle and the last thing I feel is the cold, hard floor before everything goes black.

White light flowed from me and went at them weaving round them all. They started screeching in pain and soon burnt into a pile of ash. Dull pain erupted on my hands and I saw dark markings weave themselves from my wrist to my arm. My pack members looked at me in complete shock then everything went blank.

she rolled her eyes. I pressed the knife flat against my wrist. “Is this what you want? To see me dead? Do you want to kill me that bad, why will you do this Irina? Her eyes widened as she rushed toward me. “Have you lost your mind? Drop the act now.” “Too late.” A thin smile crossed my lips. She stopped in front of me. I screamed and slit my wrist, then grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around the handle. I watched as blood spilled down, my legs weakened. The room spun as my vision blurred, then everything went dark.

Maybe if I ended things with by my own hands then they would be free of me and my bad lucks. Placing the glass on my thumb, I pressed further to cut myself and still.... Numb. It was best to free myself of this world. It never really did fit me or even understand me. Slowly, I brought the glass to my wrist. My veins pumped and I knew where to make it quick. Painlessly. Shutting my eyes, I dragged the glass on my skin and slit my wrist. It was fast and only just a little sting. I was bleeding faster than earlier and I could already feel blood drain out of me. My arm lost power and it fell to the ground.

not Remi or Denton or even Liam who had seen it all. I was tainted now...dirty...they would never look at me the same. I would never look at me the same. I slashed the wrist of the dislocated arm, I felt a burn but no pain...and watched in fascination as blood seeped immediately, rolling in a red stream across my arm and pooling on the bed. I reached under the pillow and did one on my upper thigh as I couldn’t do the opposite wrist...my dead arm would not co-operate. And a sense of peace settled...because I was doing the right thing for all of us...ending the curse...

I rip my shirt open and I see water rolling down my body as if it's a hot summer's day. Something catches my eye. My veins start turning black , and like almost black blood begins to flow up to my arms. Standing up , I limp to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. The pain begins to double and triple - I hold onto the sink. The black blood or substance travels through every vein in my body, even the eye vein - turning the whites of my eyes black. I feel it flow as it leaves a trail of pain behind. My teeth begin to hurt and I begin to loose conciousness as the pain becomes unbearable.

I couldn’t stay here another moment or else I would lose my mind. Gritting my teeth, I pressed my wrist against the metal bed frame, positioning it just right. I took a deep breath, then yanked my arm up sharply, twisting my wrist at the same time. The pain was immediate and excruciating, a white-hot fire shooting up my arm. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from screaming, tears streaming down my face as I forced my wrist through the handcuff.

I threatened him again and this time around I was more determined to die. I can't take this anymore. Just then he moved further and without thinking about anything I slashed the broken vase piece deeply across my wrist. I stared down in shock as blood began to gush out of the cut I had made. It seemed like my heart was throbbing in rhythm with each gush of blood that flowed out. The only thing I remembered before blacking out was Alpha Damien shouting my name and running towards me trying to catch me as I dropped down to the floor.