“Felicita, come on you have to wake up.”
I know the voice belongs to chase, and I so desperately want to open my eyes and smile up at him but I’m just so tired. My head is sore and it feels like I’ve flied into a glass window over and over again. My whole body feels weak and I find it hard to lift a finger.
I groan and roll over to my side, cuddling into my pillow. “mhh mm” I say shaking my head, sounding like a tired 6 year old refusing to get up. I wave my hand around trying to hit him so I can shoo him off. He grabs my arm and I open one eye. I smile and pull him down to hug me. When he sits beside me on my not-so comfortable bed the pain starts. My head starts t o throb and he disappears and reappears. Then everything comes back to me. I’ve forgotten for a short brief moment but now it all came back to me.
I scream and push him away from me. My head is pounding and I sit up clutching my head.
“What do I do? Make it stop!” I hear chase yelling to the poor doctor.
I hear a few mumbles from the doctors but can’t make anything out of it.
Chase nods and sits in front of me grasping my wrists. I struggle against them but he keeps them locked with one hand, on my lap. “shh. Look at me. Just focus on me and only me okay? Whatever you think happened to me did not happen. Just focus on me. Can you do that?”
I nod and look in his brown eyes. It feels like I’m being sucked in and I can finally breathe. I think of how I first met him and I can’t remember.
Then it hit me. I won’t ever remember. How is that even possible? The throbbing dies down and I sigh in relief. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. He can think I remember. I’m fine with that. But I don’t. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me onto his lap. I smile and kiss his lips softly. I missed them. He growls and deepens the kiss. I laugh and he leans over me putting his hands under my shirt.
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"You aren’t fit for alpha anymore! You’ve broke and completely failed to protect this pack when matters got out of hand!" Jake yelled.
After I was released from the hospital Jake had claimed that he needed to discuss something with chase and i. he looked pretty nervous and wouldn’t meet our eyes. I thought it would be something simple but then he discussed chases alpha title. Then when chase declined anything to worry about Jake started to shoot out random things. Like that.
Chase was not pleased. His body started to shake and his eyes clouded with black and he let out a growl deep in his throat.
"SHES MY MATE,” he yelled “WHAT? DID U EXPECT ME TO JUST JUMP AROUND HAPPILY?” But Jake doesn’t back down. He continues his rant.
"She’s just a human! A weak one at that. We only have few werewolves left and you being unstable and one day bringing a half breed won’t help anything! She’s of no use!"
Not even a second after Jake had finished the sentence chase had his claws digging deep into Jake’s chest. His hand was deep in, under his ribs, only his palm showing.
"I AM THE ONLY ALPHA LEFT. THAT MEANS I HAVE A LOT OF POWER FROM ALL MY PACK MEMBERS. AND IF YOU DARE CHALLANGE ME, SECOND COMAND OR NOT, I WILL RIP YOUR HEART OUT AND WATCH YOU DIE, GOT IT?" he scoffs. “What? You think that if I step down you’ll get to be the alpha? Over my dead BODY!”
I flinched back at his words.
Jake looks at chase with hard eyes and nods. He's trying not to show the pain I can tell.
I don’t know who this chase is. This murderous one. It scares me but all I can do is just stay frozen. Blood is dripping down his arm and I can feel my stomach churning. When did he get like this? Is this how he was before he met me? Or even when he isn’t with me?
He slowly takes out his arm and backs away from Jake, never breaking eye contact. After a while he turns around towards me. I whimper and quiver back. This can’t be happening. He steps towards me and I push back all the fear and walk over to Jake. I push him onto his back and rip off his shirt. I bunch it all together and block the blood flow.
He looks at me with shame in his eyes. "Why don't you let me die? After all I’ve said? I’ve disrespected my Luna."
It’s like he’s regretting what he’s said. It made no sense why. As much as Jake’s words stung, I was used to it. I didn’t know why but I didn’t care. I didn’t feel the need to cower back. And it felt great.
"My mother has said worse things than that." I say, focusing on his wound.
The pack doctor comes in and I stand, and leave him there. I walk right pass chase and up to my room. I close the door behind me and lean against the wall. I breathe deeply and slowly drop to the floor. I put my head between my knees and cry. My head is throbbing and I feel weak.
After minutes and minutes of just crying I get up and take off my clothes. I walk into the bath room and turn on the water. I look in the mirror and look at my naked body. I look at all the scars on my stomach, thighs and arms. I wonder where they’re all from. One goes from the middle of my stomach all the way to my waist. It’s thin and straight. I wonder where it’s from. The fact that I hardly have any memory sucks. I don’t know anything about my life, how I’ve been raised. About my parents or family members.
Steam swarms throughout the washroom and I step into the shower. I stand under the water and lower my head. I just stand there and let the water burn my skin. I hear a faint knock on my door. I know its chase. I ignore it and close my eyes.
It starts off with simple tears but soon after my knees get weak and I’m crouching over the floor sobbing. The water splatters and splashes against my back. The door opens to the bathroom. I haven’t locked any of the doors. Chase strips from his clothes and comes into the shower. I don’t care if he’s bad and evil. I need him. He grabs me and hugs me into his chest. He rocks me back and forth and I find a familiar comfort in it. My crying stops and my breathing evens.
I relax against him and drift off into a sleep with the water still hitting my back.
Helloooo okay so uhm there is only going to be 3 or 4 chapters. And they wont be long. Idk Im not really feeling this story anymore. It kinda sucks now. Bohhooo. Okay so yeah sorry for not updating I just didn’t have the time then I had to go back to my moms and her laptop is broken. So I apologize for that. And if I haven’t told you before, I don’t plan on making any more stories for a long time. Thanks for reading.
Love ~ariel xoxo
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The Painters Savior
Jugendliteratur**Chase looks up at me and his eyes have tears on the edge of his eye lids. I step towards him and place my hands on his chest. I slowly raise my hands up to his neck and pull him flat against me. “You thought I was a weak flower. Thought so low of...
