Century Beast Chapter Fourteen- Gotta Hate Those Dot Dot Dots...

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I woke up with my head resting on his chest. I could hear the steady beat of his heart.

"Mmm..." I hummed in content, snuggling closer to him. His arms wrapped around me, shifting me up closer to his face. I nuzzled my face in his neck and wrapped my arms around him.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He said kissing my head.

"Good morning." I smiled looking up at him. He leaned his down and kissed my lips.

There was a content silence before he became serious. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright."

"Good. I hope you know now there is no turning back. Whatever happens happens."

"Yes, I know. I couldn't ask for anything better."

"I hope seriously hope you don't regret this later." He said sadly, getting up. I stared at the muscles of his back... and back side as he walked to the closet and slipped on some sweatpants.

I lay there, propping myself up on my elbow, smiling in pure bliss at Hunter.

My mate.

He turned back to me. I patted the bed in front of me and he walked over. I sat up and he sat down between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed myself into his back.

"Mmm. I love you." I murmured, tightening my arms around his torso.

He turned around and crawled over my, forcing me to lay back. He gave me a long, tender kiss and kissed down my neck, nibbling at it. I giggled when he kept kissing down to my shoulder.

"I love you too. Words will never explain." 

 And for probably the hundredth time this morning, I smiled. 

Suddenly, my stomach was rumbling, loudly. Hunter laughed and rolled off of me. I stood up and put on one of his shirts. He heaved himself up and led me into the kitchen.

He picked me up and sat me on the counter while he cooked up some pancakes. He would mix the batter and then pour it in the pan. Once the batter became solid he would flip it and then toss it in the air, catching it in the pan. WE ate breakfast happily before we went for a walk on the beach.

We walked in silence, just listening to the sound of the waves and the birds and felt the warmth of the sun. I looked out to the ocean and wondered about my family, about Flower. I haven’t talked to them. I haven’t heard about them. I haven’t even been told that they were ok. No one knew who that man was and he could have just hurt them. I suddenly became very home sick and scared.

“Are we going to go home?” I asked looking at Hunter.

“Soon.”

“You say that every time I ask.”

He stayed silent. I stopped walking and sighed.

“I miss home, Hunter. I love being here with you but I miss home. I miss my mom and dad and Flower. I want you to come home with me. I want to go back to normal.” I confessed.

Something sparked in him. “Nothing is normal anymore. Nothing will ever be normal anymore. Not after last night.”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that. I just want my family. I want you to come with me and be with me. I want you to meet my parents and everything. I knew very well what decision I was making last night and I don’t regret it. I will never regret being with you, Hunter. I just don’t want to hide anymore. I don’t even know if Flower is ok or if anyone is still alive.” I pleaded.

“I will take you home but we need to stay here just until tomorrow night.”

“Is there something going on between them?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. I hope you don’t have to go through I did, especially, if I’m that far gone.”

“What are you talking about? Do you mean I am going to change?”

“Possibly and I don’t know if I can change anymore. I only really thought of it last night when we—when I bit you. A wolf’s bit will change you but the curse was supposed to be gone. But what those to mermaids said makes sense too. If I haven’t killed you already, then you can’t be human.  I don’t even know if I’m still what I am even. But if I’m not there is another problem. I can’t protect you when we go home. I don’t know if he’s still there.”

“So we will see about it tonight?”

He nodded and I nodded to accepting this

“Whatever happens happens. And I love you.”

“I love you too.” He sighed and kissed my head. I wrapped my arms around him and look out to the sun that was now almost touching the ocean line. As I watched it set, I noticed how fast it felt like it was setting. Soon it was gone and already rising was the moon and then I felt it.

My spine cracked painfully and I started to fall in Hunters arm.

*Third Person Point of View*

He laid her down on her back in the sand and held her head. He knew very well that it was possible she couldn’t survive this. He held her head and looked into her eyes guiding her through the excruciating pain. He hated seeing her this way; writhing in pain, screaming of how it hurts, watching her body twist and crack in ways that would make someone sick.

“Rose. Rosie! Rosalynnd! Look at me. Don’t fight it! Relax! No, no! Look at me! I love you, ok? Do you hear me? I love you.”

She writhed and screamed and cried. She has never felt a pain like this and she hated that Hunter had spent centuries of full moons doing this.

“Make it stop! It hurts! Hunter! Make it stop!” She cried. She cried and cried and screamed and cried.

“I’m so sorry, Rosie! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have taken that risk. I shouldn’t have let you be with me. I’m so sorry.” Hunter cried back, holding her.

With a final scream, a wave of twisting tremors rose through her.

And she neck was broken.

“Rosie?” Hunter cried, at the suddenly still body of his one love. Once again she was gone at his hands. She was gone and he had fallen for another trap that hurt her.

He picked her up and hugged her to him and silently cried.

“I’m so sorry Rosie. I love you, baby girl. I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He sobbed into her unmoving chest.

“I love you.”

He picked up his head and looked at her face, hoping she was able to hear all his pain and regret and sorrow.

He touched his head to hers. 

"Im sorry."

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