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“I won’t do it.” I tell Cyran. “I don’t care if you’re our mate. I won’t bind myself to a monster. And he’s a monster.” It’s not Cyran that I’m running from. He has been nothing but amazing. He would be a wonderful mate and he doesn’t deserve this. “I’m so sorry Cyran.”
I turn to see if there is a way down the cliff. I need to get out of here before he can grab me. I hear bones cracking behind me and I turn to see Liam on the ground.
“Please Angel. Please, tell me what I did. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did e wrong. I’ll do anything. Anything. Just don’t jump.”
He thinks I’m going to jump. I guess it’s an option. I did say I’d rather die than be with a monster, but I didn’t mean to jump and kill Alessia too. I might run us into the ground, starve us while we run and hide, but I wouldn’t jump. Even Alessia couldn’t heal from that.
“Please.” He’s on his knees, he hasn’t stood up. His eyes are tormented.
‘He’s being honest.’ Alessia tells me, although it’s obvious by the look on his face.
“Please just talk to me, tell me what happened. Let me fix it.”
“I saw you.” I say quietly.
I see the confusion on his face. He truly doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
“When we got back, I could smell you. Alessia said you were our mate.” He nods, he already knew. That explains why he’s been doing so much for me.
“I followed your scent into the kitchen, and I saw you.” My hand comes to my mouth as nausea washes over me. “You looked just like them. Covered in blood. Vampires. Monsters.” My mind is taking me back again. I can feel the panic and anxiety threatening to take me under. I can’t breathe.
As I struggle to take in any air, the darkness begins to set in. Just as I start to lose consciousness and fall, I see Liam jump up to catch me.
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I have never, not once, begged for anything, and definitely not while I was on my knees. Not until today. Today, I will do anything that this woman wants me to do, if she will only stay with me. Rik’s words come flooding back into my head. ‘Be everything she needs and wants you to be.’ I didn’t know what that meant, but right now, it means that I will humble myself as I have never done before.
When I realize that it’s me she’s running from, because of what I looked like when I left Eli, I feel a stabbing pain in my heart. I did this. I made our mate scared of us.
‘And you better fucking fix it. I warned you. If we lose her, I will go feral and I’ll kill anyone and everyone in my path.’
Even if my wolf wasn’t threatening to go feral, I must fix this. This sweet little angel has found a way to calm the chaos in my mind and body. I need her like I need air to breathe. Cara’s rejection is nothing compared to the possibility of Angel rejecting us.
As she paints the picture, I can see that her witnessing me covered in blood has thrown her back into her own private hell. As soon as she starts hyperventilating, I’m ready. I expect her to pass out and when she starts to drop, I jump up to catch her before she can fall off the cliff.
Once she’s in my arms, I turn and see Dustin watching. I snarl at him. He raises his hands in a surrendering gesture and bares his neck. “I made sure no one else was up here. It was just me and you know I will never say anything.”
Alphas don’t submit. If the pack thought that I was weak, I’d be challenged daily and I’d have to kill too many pack members before re-claiming my undisputed title of Alpha.
I begin the slow decent back down the waterfall with Angel in my arms. I look at Dustin. “I need you to run things until I can take care of this. I need to make this right. Nothing is more important than her right now.”
“Yes Alpha.”
I was worried that Angel might wake up on the walk back, but she remained unconscious. I walked past pack members, all wondering what was going on. Dustin must have ordered them to move along because I hear a couple of yips before everyone finds something to do other than stare at me and Angel.
I tuck her into her bed and quickly run into my room, grabbing some clothes,
1/2 before coming back and pulling up a chair. I don’t want her trying to run off again. We need to talk, I need to know what I can do to fix this, make her see that
I’m not a monster.
But, a part of me wonders if I haven’t become a sort of monster. I’ve had Eli in my cells for months. I use him as my own personal punching bag. My hate, anger, sadness, frustration, loneliness, it all rolls into something that feels an awful lot like a monster.
Angel even said that my music was angry. I hadn’t considered it. I made the list after I lost Cara, when I felt like I would be alone forever. It matched my feelings. at the time, and even since then, it’s felt like it fit my mood and feelings.
But I haven’t listened to that song list since Angel has been here. I don’t feel alone anymore. If anything, I feel vulnerable for the first time in my life. This sweet little angel has given me a hope that I never had before. A hope for a different kind of life. The kind of life that I’ve always wanted but was too afraid to dream of. A life where I’m not alone anymore. And now, I may have fucked it all. up, by being the person that I am.
I grab my earbuds and my phone and I start to create a new playlist, something that I think my Angel will like. Something that tells her how I feel about her and how she is changing me, even if she doesn’t realize it.
I’m busy listening to songs, reading lyrics to find the ones that convey what I want to tell her, when I hear her moving around. I look up and see her staring at her gray eyes wide. me,
I slowly pull the earbuds out of my ears and set my phone on the bed. I don’t say. anything, I wait for her..
“Who was it? Who did you kill?” She asks me.
“I didn’t kill anyone, I swear. His name is Eli Gunnar, I hurt him, yes, but he’s not dead.”
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“Why?”
“He’s the man that murdered my mother. I found him about six months ago.” I look down. I’m not proud, telling her about what I’ve done. It makes me feel ashamed, even when I believe that he deserves everything he gets.
“I’ve been trying to get him to tell me why he killed my mother, but he keeps telling me he didn’t do it.”
“How do you know he did it?”
“He was found holding her dead and bloodied body. When someone tried to confront him, he ran. My father searched for him for years, and then I searched for him. He evaded us for 18 years. I want him to pay for what he did to my mother, but I want to know why before I kill him.”
She doesn’t say anything, just looks down at the blanket, plucking at it with her fingers.
“If it upsets you, I’ll kill him and be done with it.” I tell her.
She doesn’t look up, but I hear the tears in her voice. “You’re my mate.”
“Yes. I knew the minute I saw you. Alessia hasn’t been strong enough until today to feel the mate bond.”
“I don’t want to be mated to a murderer.” She whispers and it breaks my heart. I don’t know how I can promise not to ever kill again, especially when that blood- sucker who hurt her is still out there.
“I’m an Alpha, an Alpha werewolf. We are a violent species. I can’t say that I have never killed or that I would never kill again. I would kill to keep this pack safe. I would kill those who hurt the ones I love. And I want to kill the fuckers that hurt you so badly I want to scream.