The Alpha's Match

Revenge

Simon's POV

A new day dawned, rose petal pink stained the sky and the air smelt fresh after the storm.

"Come back to bed," Connor whined shielding his face with a pillow from the rush of sunlight. I turned and studied my mate. He's not of warrior blood, unlike me, and his arms look frail and delicate as they hug the coffee stained pillow over his beautiful face. I know every curve and dip of his body, all smooth and soft. He wriggles unhappily because I still haven't shut the curtain. The covers slip down revealing his thin hips. I'm meant to be leaving for drill but that's forgotten now.

I saunter to the bed. Conner makes a sound of surprise when he feels the bed dip when I kneel down on it. I pull the pillow from his clutches easily. He's grinning, flashing his perfect white teeth and basking me in the radiance of his sunshine smile. I hover over him and run the tip of my finger down his slender nose stopping when I reach his soft lips.

"Are you still mad that I woke you?" I ask teasingly. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls my head down. Mercilessly his lips attack mine. After a minute he nips demandingly on my lower lip asking for entrance. When I grant it his tongue plunders my mouth with ravenous hunger. I drown in his intoxicating scent, electric tingles shooting through me at the feel of his skin against mine. He pulls back and I involuntarily whimper.

"Yes, you'll have to make it up to me." His voice is husky and his eyes shine coal black. I smirk but don't protest. Connor leaves a trail of kisses down my rough throat and I groan with the need for his touch.

"I love you." I declare my voice trembling. Connor's lips brush tauntingly against mine.

"I love you too."

The memory fads away, leaving me once again alone.

Unconsciously my hand moved to Connor's claim on my throat. The mark he created so that all wolves would know that we belonged to each other, forever. 

My feet make tracks without my dictation. Only when the roar of the falls becomes audible do I realise where I'm headed. Reluctantly I break through the trees and emerge out by the plunge pool. The river is flowing fast and high today. As the torrent cascades into the pool the water surface foams up and bubbles as if it were boiling.

I stare at the spot, fresh memories replaying in my head.

"If we follow our word, he'll keep his." John assures, supporting me. Shayne nods grimly satisfied with John's word. Connor rushes to me. His bright eyes shine with tears. He looks shattered, unwashed and unshaven, but still heartbreakingly beautiful. His lips crash against mine with the gentleness of a butterfly, and yet his arms also press upon bruises and the welts left from the thrashings I received in prison. I don't make a sound. I don't want him to ever let me go.

But he pulls back, his eyes darken with concern.

"Let me see," he urges softly, as demanding as ever. He observes mournfully my black eye, fat lip and broken nose. A rogue tear falls from his eyelashes, making slow progress down his upturned face. I move to catch it. When he cries at a film on the TV I usually kiss his closed eye lids until he stops. An ache develops in my chest to think of the tears he must have shed in my absence. But Connor misses my gesture, his trembling hands already moving to the hem of my top. I move to stop him. I don't want him to see the scars. I don't want him to ever think that I'm weak.

I want him to tell me that he loves me and I want us to walk out of this forest. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. But that isn't what happened.

My legs give way and I fall. My hands reached out and hover over the ground. This was where he fell. The blast of the shot rings out in my head. Sobs rack through me but no tears fall. I have no tears left.