The merman, my man

Chapter 108

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 108

“No!!! ” I screamed in horror and began to reach out to the webbed claw trying to touch my lower body.

I felt a sharp pain from my waist; fresh blood dripped down my waist drop by drop. The red merman

uttered something in my ear that I couldn’t understand. It sounded like a curse.

I understood that as a warning. This merman was nothing like Dicken, and he did not care about my life

at all. I was confident that he would rip me open and show it to Dicken if necessary.

Next, I noticed a long and deep wound on the merman’s surfaced tail. Most of the scales around the

injury had fallen off, which caused the snowy- white muscles underneath the scales to be exposed. I

bet he was wounded while fighting with Dicken earlier.

He wanted revenge against Dicken, so he regarded me as Dicken’s weakness.

I gritted my teeth and tried to stop my body from shivering out of fear, but the pain in my back was

severe. I could not move but stared as the red-haired merman tore my pants and caressed my thighs

with his pale webbed claw. Dicken would soon see such an embarrassing scene…

At this moment, I saw an enormous wave surged up into the cave, followed by a tall figure appearing at

the entrance.

I fixed my gaze at the entrance. Shame and fear occupied my brain, which quickened my breathing, so

I gasped harder for air.

I couldn’t imagine how Dicken would react as I knew there was nothing more important than being the

alpha in the animal kingdom, compared to their spouses or any spoils of battle. After all, mermen were

savages, and they might not understand the concept of love and emotions as human beings. So how

would Dicken still take my safety into account when his status was threatened? He could easily find

another suitable mate if I died…

As I was drowning in my thoughts, Dicken surfaced his body from the water and took me aback.

There were several wounds over his upper body, large and small. Although a white protective

membrane condensed on these wounds, I could see how deep these wounds were. Judging from the Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

scratches, it was apparent only the merman’s claw could do this.

This might be the reason why Dicken had not appeared these past few days. He was slaughtering the

mermaids and probably fighting for the alpha position or regaining his rightful place.

Dicken stood in the water, surrounded by the henchmen of the red-haired merman a few feet away. No

other merman could compete with his stature, as he was tall and mighty. He was staring down at us.

His gaze fell on my face first and then slowly moved to the webbed claw that was caressing my thigh.

He squinted to see clearly. His eyes were dark as coal, and there was no light but only darkness in

them. It was the first time I saw him with such a violent and hostile expression.

I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. His gaze completely frightened me. Dicken was completely

different now, compared to the cruelty when he fought against the pirates. I even doubted if I had seen

it wrongly. This was not the beast I’d known. It seemed that he had evolved into an emotionless killing

machine in the past few days. He was the god of death.

Did he come to rescue me, or did he happen to chase after the red-haired merman to this place?