Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 153

153. 153. Olivia

“Tell him I am fine.” Ansel interrupts me,

Even if I know better than to ignore what I was told, I say to Maddox, “He looks like he has lost a

lot of blood. It would be best if you hurry.

“Apply pressure directly on the wounds until I am there, Maddox instructs me before he ends the

phone call.

I repeat to Jasper what Maddox said as 1 put the phone next to the plate and try to stand, which

alerts Ansel as he suddenly is standing.

“What the f k are doing?” he snarls, taking me by surprise.

I chew my bottom lip as I try to come up with the words to explain to him what I want to do.

Normally, when a man gets angry, I freeze, knowing that being submissive will lead to a lesser

punishment.

“I want to help you,” I whisper, hoping it will be enough for him to understand my intentions.

“Always the martyr,” he sighs.

His shoulders drop, and he drags himself to the couch, where I help him remove his jacket and his

shirt, leaving him only on his black tank top and pants. A tattoo is on his right arm-three skulls

connected by a king cobra with red eyes, and beneath each skull is a black rose. Under this tattoo

is another one, that of a white butterfly with broken wings. A bullet has grazed it in half, dry blood

smeared on the delicate wings.

While blood triggers me, seeing Ansel hurt doesn’t settle well with me. I reach out my hand, the

tips of my fingers brushing against the wound.

“Does it hurt?” My question comes out as a whisper, but Ansel hears me.

“No,” he replies before making me look into his eyes. They are a warm shade of brown, but for a

second, they flash ruby before returning to their natural color.

My brows draw together. “I did not expect that,” I say as I search for more wounds.

I lift up his tank top. A long scar covers his chest, starting from the top and going down like a

straight line. Maybe he had a heart operation, but I never knew he suffered from any conditions. I

ignore the scar as I take in a wound on the left side of his torso, blood gushing out of it.

“That looks painful,” I comment as I lean over to take a better look at it and see if the bullet is still in

the wound.

Ansel leans his head on the couch. “I will live.”

“Your… demon will help you heal faster,” I say as I try to use his shirt to apply pressure to the

wound, but a hiss coming from him lets me know it would be best to let him do that. “How is

Rueben?” I ask Jasper as Ansel puts his palm on top of the shirt.

“If Maddox doesn’t hurry, I will lose another blood-brother.” The pain in his tone awakens

something inside me,

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something I thought I lost a long time ago-Teelings.

When I was taken to the facility to have my tubes removed, I lost the ability to feel most feelings,

except for fear and a few others. But they also did something else to me, something that changed

me forever, transforming me into something more than a simple human.

“Oliva, ca!! Maddox again and tell him to hurry! Rueben stopped breathing!” Jasper yells, his

panicked voice telling me

what to do.

I place my feet on the cold wooden floor, and I stand.

“Get your ascs back down!” Ansel sneers, but I barely register what he is telling me

While I was in the medical facility, I was strapped down to a chair, and doctors told me that if I

sacrificed something. they would give me an incredible gift. I didn’t want the gift, for the price was

too high-I could never have children again. The doctors did what they wanted, cutting me open,

removing parts of me, and adding something that didn’t belong inside of me-something I am not

quite ready to accept.

When I don’t do as he asks, Ansel tries to grab my hand, but I jerk it away from him and rush to the

room in which Ruchen and Jasper are. Pain shoots through my toes and feet, but ignoring it is

easy, as I have years of practice.

Ansel comes after me, and I walk faster, not wanting to be stopped until I reach Rueben.

Jasper is performing CPR on Rueben, but when his eyes land on me, he stops. “You disobeyed

my rules.”

“I did.” I say as I reach the bed and take Rueben’s hand into mine, and empty my mind of any

thoughts or feelings. He is cold, and I no longer can feel a pulse. I have never done this before, but

something tells me I can do it. Remembering the old times, the good times, and everything else, I

close my eyes. “Live,” I wish with all my heart.

Ansel finally reaches me, but it is too late to stop me as I free whatever is inside of me.

An invisible force hits me in the chest, knocking me on my ascs, and everything turns black.

Flashback, 16 years old

“Have you ever heard of hellstars?” Camila whispers her question to me.

We were supposed to be studying together in the library after school, at least I have, as Camila Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

has been reading from a book with a black cover and a golden pentagram on it.

“I know something about them,” I reply, remembering a discussion between Rueben and Ansel that

Camila and I overheard. “What about them?”

Camila shows me the book. Half of the page is missing. “From what we know, they are soulmates

to demons and angels.” I nod because that’s what Rueben said. “But what if there are other

special women out there?”

I narrow

my eyes. “What other special women?”

Camila taps on the ripped page with her finger. “I found something interesting here. It talks about a

group of women. who used to have power.”

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“Powers?”

“Look,” Camila says, and I do so. “On this page, it says that women born from hellstars and their

mates can heal with one touch. Looking at me, she adds, “There is at least one hellstar from my

mother’s side. What if I have powers?”

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. What is Camila talking about? “Powers as in magical

powers?”

“Something like that.”

I shrug because I am just learning about the Lords and the Dukes and how they came to be, and

hellstars are an entirely new thing. “Sounds like a bunch of bullshcict to me.”

Camila laughs, and someone shushes her. “We need to find out more.”

Here we go. Camila playing detective. “Can we do this after we finish our homework?”

Hi everyone. If it seems that I am taking for ever to update is because the month of December is

crazy busy, especially this week but after Christmas I should go back to writing more. Also, I want

to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and hope you have a wonderful time with the family.

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