Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Thirty-three

Charlotte's POV

Its been a whole week eversince Dr Namara had finished fixing me up as best as she could, the stiching in my back had healed completely after she used the cream everyday and the stitches themselves had dissolved.

They were now gone but not at the expense of a few subtle scars criss-crossing over my back, the sight made Jameson cringe with fury towards the man who had done this and he wanted nothing more than to kill my father slowly and painfully.

Dr Namara was right, as always, the rest of my body had healed entirely but my leg was a diffrent story.

I couldn't walk.

I could balance on my one good leg but I couldn't walk without falling to the ground in a heap. My injured leg couldn't cope with any weight on it at all...

So here I was, I wanted to prove them wrong, that I can beat the odds and learn to walk on my own again while everyone was busy but it had resulted in me sitting where I was now.

I had my back resting against the side of my bed in the infirmary as I sat on the floor, unable to stand again and feeling a little winded from when I fell and hit my hip on the chair beside the bed.

I was thankful that my lungs were now at full functionality again now that the tight bandages had been removed.

"Charlie?" A voice I hadnt heard in what felt like years called out through the infirmary.

I didn't realise that I had been crying until instinctively at the sound of his voice, I sniffled and used the back of my hand to hastily brush my tears away.

I sighed, his presence seemed rare these days and whenever he came to see me, I felt like he didn't want to be here.

I said nothing in return, resting my chin on my knees as I pulled my legs up to my chest, sitting there and patiently waiting for him to round the corner of the bed.

"What are you doing down there? You should be resting" Jameson scolded, standing over me and looking down at me in a disapproving way.

I only looked him in the eyes, somehow feeling offended that he would tell me what to do after never being around in the first place.

This whole war was pulling him away from me... and here I was crying about it...

Jameson leaned down to help me to my feet but I quickly swatted his outstretched hands away in offense.

"You cant tell me what to do or say what you think is best for me because you're never here" I snapped, pushing him away and gripping the bedframe infront of me tightly, using my arms to haul myself up to sit on the mattress again.

The entire action was tiring as I wasn't used to having to rely on my arms...

"You're always off running with your pack, talking with Jackson or out scouting or whatever. I'm tired of it Jameson and although I hate to admit it, I need you" I whispered the last part, realising how selfish I sounded once I said it out loud.

There was a war approaching and I wanted him here with me... but surely he could spare an hour every day to come and see me or spend time with me, his mate.

"I am working as hard as I can Charlie, you have no idea how bad I want to be here with you, while your recovering but things are so messy right now, with the war and all"- I stopped him before he could finish, but not stopping him from sitting beside me on the bed.

"I know how hard the threat of war is on your pack and I know how hard your working to keep us all safe but I need you, just for a few moments everyday, I'm struggling too Jameson..." I whispered again, feeling the familiar tug of our bond as I realsied how much time we spent apart from eachother and I was certain that it would be affecting my healing and his strength as Alpha.

"I hate being so useless, I want to be able to help you and the pack, I dont want you worrying over me because I want to be able to be with you, at your side and help you through this war" I explained, looking down at my thin legs that were visible because I was wearing only a pair of cotton shorts and a loose fitting shirt of Jamesons.

"Charlie..." Jameson sighed, leaning over and placing a lingering kiss on my temple while his hand came ro rest on my knee, his touch igniting something in me that sent shivers down my spine.

It felt nice to have him close but it made me remember all the time he was away and how much I had missed him.

"You arent useless, you mean everything to me and knowing that you're here safe and healthy is helping me more than you can imagine. When this war is all over, I will spend every minute of every day with you, I swear" He said strongly, his breath fanning across my neck before he leaned in and kissed my mark softly, in no way sexual but more of a reassuring gesture.

I closed my eyes, trying to savour the contact from my mate that I had missed so much and needed these past few days in my recovery... not being able to walk was a strain both physically and mentally.

"I want him dead..." I sighed, the truth hutting us both hard in that silent moment, with Jameson so close as the stress and strain seemed to be felt between us.

"Darius? Beleive me, he's at the top of my list" Jameson laughed breathlessly, his cool breath fanning across my shoulder as he came to rest his forehead against it in exhaustion.

"No" I corrected him, taking his hand and holding it in mine.

"No?" He repeated, his fingers brushing across my tattooed knuckles on the one name that he despised more than Darius.

"No" I confirmed, watching his motion hesitate for a second. "I want Markus dead, I've been thinking alot lately and all of this has happened because of him... I want him dead, I want him gone" I snarled, seeing his name across my knuckles where Jameson had his fingers.

There was a tense pause then, as Jameson was clearly taking my sudden decision into thought, the thing is that I had been in the infirmary alone with my own thoughts for so long that eventhough I loved Markus dearly, none of this would've happened if it weren't for him.

It wasn't a matter of just killing off my father, no, that would do nothing to sway Markus.

It was Markus himself that had to go because for as long as he was alive, there would always be the threat of him coming between Jameson and I.

"If thats what you want, I can make it a priority" Jameson said in a tone so lethal and so diffrent from his apologetic and solem tone from earier, that it made me shiver.

"Just finish him, finish this... then we can live our life without having to be reminded of the past everyday for the rest of our life together" I whispered softly, clenching my hand into a fist to hide Markus name away from Jamesons line of sight.

"Now that, I can do" He said darkly, clearly my approval of Markus death was something Jameson had always wanted to hear, I knew just how much Jameson despised Markus for being with me in ways that Jameson never could.

But I had given Jamesom more than he could ever ask for, the final approval to kill the man he hated just as much as he hated my own father.

And judging by the way Jameson suddenly captured my lips roughly, his hand snaking around my stomach and the other gripping my chin to hold me in place, the intensity of his kiss and touch was enough to tell me that my few words had made him very happy.