When will I get my happy ever after ?

Chapter 21

Oliver's POV

I will not say that I am thankful for the infection that bedridden my mate but I wouldn't deny that it was a blessing. In the last 2 days of seclusion, she's gotten a lot more comfortable with me; meaning, I am seeing more of her personality. She comes off as shy but she's got a lot of grit and she is unbelievably stubborn; especially, when she is sick.

The doctor had strict orders for her to take her antibiotics on a full stomach; yet, she barely ever eats three bites of what I give her. We compromised with the protein shakes with the added meal replacer but she only finishes half of the small cup I give her. It doesn't surprise me that she gets nauseated from taking the medication but it is definitely not helping me get her to eat more.
I have been trying to distract her with movies and bored games but I can tell that she is starting to feel ill at ease. She is so used to being overworked that taking a few days off is a foreign concept to her.

Again, If I could make her better I wouldn't hesitate; however, it's moments like these that make me just want to stop time. Marina is currently cuddled up to me with her head nuzzled on my bare chest and her hand comfortably resting on my abdomen. She nodded off during the last movie; The Notebook. Surprisingly, she is not a fan of romance movies. She never complains when I put one on but it never fails to put her to sleep. I have noticed that her favorite genres to watch are comedy and mystery; particularly, murder mystery. I will never understand the fascination girls have with murder mystery. They scream in horror movies; but, if you describe what a murderer was feeling when he/she committed the ultimate crime their toes curl.

"Oliver, there is something you need to see" Levi mindlinks "meet in the cellar in 10 minutes." I huff looking down at Marina. I have barely left her side since she's gotten sick but I can't keep procrastinating on my pre-alpha duties if I plan to take over soon. "Heard, I will be there soon." I replied. I gently lift Marina's arm off of me and slip from out of her fragile grasp. She slightly wimpers which tugs at my heart. I slowly exhaled at the thought of leaving but quickly pushed the thought away before I changed my mind.  I gently slid the pillow that I was laying on in my place hoping that it had enough of my scent to keep her settled until I could return. Just in case, I sent her a quick text while I walked to my destination.

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I could hear screaming before I walked to the door. I could also smell the pungent odor.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE ROUGE" Levi growls at the man in silver chains. Instead of a reply all the rouge did was laugh then look at me.
"You smell like her." He says with a maniacal toothy smile. "You're her mate aren't you? Her name is Marina right? They didn't tell me that she was mated to the Alpha." He says Alpha in a condescending way scrunching up his already very twisted face."That makes this so much  better." This got mine and Strikers attention. Before I could stop myself my fist was connecting to the rouges jaw.

"What do you want with my mate?" I say lowly trying to control Striker. He just continued to laugh. "Who sent you?" I said punching him again, not holding back. I heard a satisfying crack and knew that I broke his nose. He seemed unfazed. He just started to mumble what sounds like an incantation. I was going in for another punch when I noticed something. The rouge was starting to disappear like black sand on a windy day.

"What's happening?" I said in confusion then realization hits me "NO, YOU CAN'T LEAVE WITHOUT GIVING ME SOME ANSWERS."

I tried to grab the rogue's forearm but as expected it disintegrated in my hand. How is he doing this?

The more attempts I make to keep the rouge bound, the faster the rough dissipates. His laughing will forever be ingrained in my head. Before his lips forever left the cells he whispers,"Enjoy what little time you have left with your princess, Al-pha." Then he was gone and the only sound left in the cellars was the ragged breathing of me, my men.....and my mate?