He turned on his heel and walked to the door, hesitantly opening it. Gunnar shot me one more glance before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Once he was gone, I laid down on the bed, letting more tears stream down my face again. I screamed internally at the anger and grief that was consuming my mind and body.
I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself and decided to have a shower. I got up from the bed and started walking to the bathroom but stopped, my eyes drifting towards the balcony doors. I walked over to the doors, whipping them open and stepped outside. There was a storm brewing in the sky, and it was now raining. I stood there, the rain soaking my body, and I fell to my knees. As I rubbed my hands down my face, feeling more overwhelmed and distraught by the second, I looked to the sky and asked why?
Just as I expected, I got no response, no answers, and I felt more lost than I ever have in my life. I closed my eyes and slowly stood to my feet, wrapping my arms around myself. I walked back into the bedroom, kicked the doors closed, then went into the bathroom, took my clothes off, and turned the shower on, allowing the water to flow.
As I stepped under the stream, the water was warm, easing some of my anxiety. I sat on the cold tile floor, bent my legs up before wrapping my arms around them, and then rested my head on my knees—the warm water cascading down my body and wrapping me in its warmth. I stayed like that for a while, just letting the dark emotions wash away, even for this short bit of time.
After what felt like an hour, I decided to get out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and reached for a bathrobe, drying myself off first before putting it on. I walked out of the bathroom and over to the bed, staring down at it apprehensively, not liking the emptiness. I took off the towel and put on a shirt, as well as some underwear.
I laid down on the bed, covering myself with the blanket and facing his side of the bed. I stared at the empty space, missing his big ass, hogging the bed. I attempted to shut off my thoughts as I closed my eyes, but that was pointless. My mind continued to race as I thought about everything that had happened recently, and it was all too much.
Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door open, and I sighed, knowing Gunnar was checking up on me again. I didn't move, not having the energy to do so. "Gunnar, I told you I wanted to be alone for a while," I said, but no response, only the sound of soft footsteps approaching the bed. I groaned internally at his shitty listening skills, then the bed dipped down, and I could feel him sitting next to me now. Growing irritated with him, I went to roll over, only to be caged between two strong, muscular arms and shivers coursed through my body as I stared into those familiar alluring, green eyes.
He stared into my eyes, and a smirk spread across his face. "Did you really think you would get rid of me that easy, love?" Cain said, and I didn't know if I wanted to slap him or kiss him. Instead, I reached my hand up, caressing his cheek softly, and Cain closed his eyes, leaning into my touch before a low growl rumbled from his chest.
Numerous emotions started to rise within me, sadness, happiness, anger, love and lust, all of them consuming me. Then, without thinking, I pulled my hand back and slapped him across the face. "I thought I lost you. Don't ever fucking do that to me again." I shouted, angry at him for sacrificing himself as he did.
The impact of my slap had caused his head to turn to the side slightly. He turned his head back in my direction, grinning mischievously, and I rolled my eyes at him. Cain then gripped my wrists tightly and pinned them above my head.
He bent down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Now, now love, don't be so feisty or do I need to teach you a lesson so soon?" Cain whispered, his voice deep yet soft.
Cain pulled back and stared into my eyes before engulfing my mouth with his, kissing me tenderly and passionately. I melted into him, embracing this moment I longed for before pulling back to gasp for air. "You scared me; I thought you were dead. Why did you sacrifice yourself?" I told him honestly and asked the question that had been heavy on my mind.
He rubbed the back of his neck and gave me a commiserating stare. "I thought I was dead too, if I am being honest, but I just suddenly woke up, feeling dazed, lost and a little feral. No one else knows I am awake; the nurses checked me over after I calmed down and said I'm fine now. Rose then told me how upset you were, so I came straight here." Cain cupped my cheek, his features softening. "Freja, I know what happened scared you, and that was not my intention, but I would die 1000 times, in the most brutal of ways, if it meant saving your life. You are my mate, and although you are a pain in my ass, I love you and would do anything for you." So he told me, and I felt a pang in my chest from his words.
Cain leaned down again, his lips gently rubbing against mine before he froze. He reared back, his brows furrowed, and Cain stared at me with a bewildered expression. "Something is different about you; something has changed." He said curiously.
I swallowed hard, afraid to tell him what had happed, fearing his reaction. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb.
His eyes roamed my face. "I can't scent your wolf." Cain's tone was clipped, and I could see it in his eyes that he didn't believe me.
I glanced away from him, not wanting to tell him the truth, but he placed a finger under my chin and turned my gaze back to his scrutinizing stare. "Freja, what the fuck happened?" He demanded to know.
I exhaled heavily. "Well, the knife you were stabbed with was rare and also cursed to kill any supernatural. However, it barely penetrated your skin and was instead killing you slowly. I couldn't bear it; seeing you like that was tearing me apart inside, and then someone told me that there was a cure. So, Gunnar and I travelled to the forest of the damned and got the cure, but I had to pay the price to get the cure. Unfortunately, the price was my wolf." I regretfully told him.
He sat up on the bed and looked away from me before abruptly standing to his feet. Cain started to pace around the room, making me anxious, and I wondered what was going through his mind. I sat up, my eyes following his every move. "Say something," I asked him, disliking his silent treatment.
Cain walked over to the dresser and slammed his hands down on the wooden piece of furniture, then hung his head. His whole body tensed. "How could you do that?" He asked through gritted teeth.
I stood up from the bed. "I was told that there was a chance I could save you, and I took that chance without hesitation. Yes, the price was devastating, but my wolf and I agreed on the decision together. She and I wanted to save you, and we were willing to do whatever it took." I told him, proud of the decision because we did it, we saved him, which meant her death wasn't for nothing.
Cain straightened himself, standing to his full height. "What if you had died?" He growled out.
I sucked in a deep breath. "But I didn't." I had known the risks and that there was a chance I wouldn't make it, but Cain was worth taking that chance.
A deep growl rumbled from him, reverberating throughout the room, and it was clear that he was pissed with my decisions. Cain turned around, facing me now and stormed towards me. He gripped my wrists firmly, then spun me around before bending me over and burying my face into the bed. Cain laid on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my ass, and my whole body felt alive from the contact. He gripped my hair tightly in his hand, yanking my head back before his soft lips brushed against my ear and causing goosebumps to spread across my heated skin.
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The Alphas Prize
Werewolf"I peered up at Cain with tender eyes. "You are my mate, and a piece of my soul belongs to you. Just as it always has and always will." I told him honestly." A war broke out between the Harvest Moon pack and the Rogues, also known as the Dead pack...
