Scarred Luna (Completed But In Editing)

Chapter 6

Infinity's pov

He'd force marked me, and it hurt like hell. Pain ripped through every fiber of my being and moving only made it worse. My stomach rumbled, I hadn't eaten, or moved even, for nearly four days. I was nauseous from pain and food was absolutely repulsive right now.

I'd trusted him, I'd let him convince me to let him get close...and he'd hurt me, he'd caused this burning, aching, horrendous pain.

"Infinity...you need to eat. It's  going to take longer to heal if you're malnourished," The woman sighed as she picked up this morning's untouched breakfast and sat lunch in it's place. The same dark haired woman had been bringing me food and taking away the, still full, plates since the incident. I didn't know her name, nor did I care to ask, and today was the first time she'd spoken to me.

I merely shook my head and buried myself in the blanket, the blanket that still reeked of him. This was his room after all. He hadn't been back, which was good, but part of me wanted him here, wanted him to apologize and hold me and comfort me. I shoved that part of me deep, deep down. I was never letting him touch me again.

She sighed and left, not saying anything else. Moments later, He appeared in the doorway, his face worried, his eyes soft and kind, the way they'd been when he kissed me.

"Infinity?" He made no effort to approach me, instead he stood like there was something trapping him in the doorway.

"Infinity I know it hurts, but you need to eat. You're going to make yourself sick," he took a tentative step into the room and I flinched back.

"I am so unbelievably sorry for what I did to you, there's absolutely no excuses and it was unacceptable. I can only hope you'll find some shred of a reason to forgive me. But please, please, don't hurt yourself as a way to get back at me"

My eyes welled up with tears but it was.....different. He cared enough about me to still worry. Maybe he really didn't mean to do it? I had heard of alpha's being extremely territorial and I knew from the nightmares that I had probably mentioned at least one person's name in my sleep. There was no telling what he thought had happened but if he thought we had been...I had to suppress a gag, but it did make the most sense of his actions.

"Infinity, I'm so, so sorry. You need to take care of yourself. Don't punish yourself for my stupidity okay? I'm not going to come any further until I'm invited, if you need me I'll be in the guest room," he turned, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat, and stepped toward the door.

"Wait," my voice was far too quiet, but he stopped and slowly turned; I continued,"It was an accident?"

He nodded, "Infinity, I would never purposely harm a hair on your head, and it's killing me that I caused so much pain."

I silently patted the spot in the bed beside me and he warily sat down, keeping his hands to himself and his body tense. I carefully reached over and touched his hand, testing contact.
He flipped his hand over and intertwined our fingers, pulling my hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

I leaned into him, aching for comfort, and he gently wrapped his arms around me. I curled into his lap and cried, because it hurt, because I was tired, I was so tired, because of the past, because of the future.

He simply held me and softly rubbed my back, not saying much as I soaked the collar of his shirt with tears.

"Shhhh, it'll be okay, we'll make it," he quietly reassured me, his lips warm again at my ear.

When I finally stopped crying, he picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. He sat me on a barstool at the kitchen counter," what do you want to eat?" He stood at the fridge debating.

I just looked at him, I wasn't hungry, food would make me puke.

"Chicken noodle soup it is," he smiled and pulled a bowl out of the freezer. He was going to be stubborn.

I took in the elegant black countertops and the dark, mahogany cabinets, it was clearly a bachelor's pad. There were no to do lists or notes stuck to the fridge and the whole thing looked almost like it was staged for a showing.

He placed a small bowl of soup in front of me and sat down across from me, already digging in to his food. "At least try to eat? You're nauseous because you haven't eaten," he spoke between mouthfuls. 

I sighed and took a bite, praying it wouldn't come straight back up. "There you go," he smiled at me as I took another bite. It was surprisingly good. Did he cook?

"What's your name?" I took another bite and looked across the counter. Apparently I wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon so I might as well try to get to know him.

"Greyson Silverstone," he didn't miss a beat,"but I prefer Grey"

"And your beta?" I was curious about the other man who had been in the apartment, I'd never seen him but I knew he'd been here.

"Sam, as good as they come," he smiled as he spoke.

"Anything interesting about you?" He returned my questions.

I shook my head, God only knew what he'd already figured out about me, or my past.

"So...." his jaw clenched and a blush crept up his neck and onto his cheeks. He cleared his throat, not really looking at me. "You..you do realize you'll probably start your heat soon?" His words were fast, and the blush deepened to nearly a maroon across his cheeks.

An embarrassed squeak escaped as I felt my own cheeks redden. Why? Of all things to point out.  I quickly nodded, wanting this conversation to be over.

He nodded shyly in response and stood up to put his bowl in the sink, avoiding my eyes the entire time.