Runaway Rogue

Chapter Forty Six: Caspian's POV

"No, absolutely not," Caspian hissed, crossing his arms over his chest.

He hated that he was in his own home and still had to defend his own mate. His own mate who just came back to him even. It was a miracle that she was here and not one single soul in the room right now had helped bring her home.

Indigo had gotten home herself. As far as Caspian was concerned, she had done everything she needed to do and more. She had done everything they could not do.

Forest let out a little sigh, his own arms around Anabelle. "Listen, Caspian, I know how you're feeling, but—"

"She's my mate!" Caspian roared. "And you have no idea how I feel!"

He never wanted to be one of those toxic male types. He never wanted to be controlling and demanding on his partner's behalf. But he just got her back and they were so ready to throw her to the wolves again. One miracle had already happened. He wasn't dumb enough to think he was in line for two.

"Cas," Indigo said softly, her fingers tracing along his jawline. He would have crumpled into her if there weren't so many eyes in the room. If they weren't trying to put her in harm's way all over again. "Cas, I'm going to be okay. I want to do this. I need to do this," she murmured, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

He was still in awe of her, felt like he would always be. But now it almost felt like she was a dream, like she was a figment of his imagination and if he blinked too hard, she would disappear all over again. The only way he knew it was not some fantastic dream was the dusting of bruising still on her skin.

"I don't want you to go. I don't want you to leave the house, much less the packlands," Caspian ground out. "Someone could retaliate."

She had been home for less than twenty four hours. He had gone from wondering if he would ever see her again to having her in his arms. He thought about the worst things that could possibly happen to her then helped her into the shower and cleaned her body while she cried hard enough to strip her soul. And now they wanted to throw her back into it all.

"Andrew is dead," Indigo whispered to him. "He's not going to hurt me again. I killed him."

She said it so evenly every time, but it was still a shock to Caspian. Indigo didn't act like she could ever hurt anyone. Even when she had held a blade to his own throat, he never really thought she could do it.

"If he's dead then there's even less reason for you to do it. It's not like he can come after you and Sasha again. Can't we just let this whole thing rest?" Caspian pressed, talking to the whole group, but his eyes were locked only on his mate.

"This is not going to go away so easily. A runaway luna just killed the alpha of her own supposed pack. Now she's here with you, claiming you are her mate. Just because we know it's true, doesn't mean the others do," Bentley pointed out.

Sasha was perched on the couch beside him, watching Indigo. "If she takes the truth gas, I will too."

"Perfect, then you take the truth gas and Indigo can go as moral support," Caspian stated. He wanted to add that Indigo had suffered because of Sasha, but knew it wasn't true, it was just his anger speaking for him.

"Cas," Indigo groaned, as if he was being unreasonable.

"Indie, please, just sit this one out," he begged. "Please, even if you only do it for me."

He saw something glowing in her amber eyes. There was strength there, like she stood on pillars of love. But there was also stubbornness. "I killed him, Caspian. I have to answer for that. And when I answer for it, I want them all to know why I did it and I want all the men who stood aside and allowed to happen to be equally accountable. I have to do this. I want to do this."