If Matches Michealson had a nickel for every time he'd been called a runt, been excluded, shamed, he'd have a pretty solid bank account. He could buy his way through a life that didn't include his packs reign over him, repressive and unkind. But wha...
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So here's a not-so-filler for your uncanny dedication, like seriously. Thank you.
Enjoy ;)
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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y-N I N E: trespasser
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M A T C H E S
Wearing long sleeves was a natural thing now for me. The dark black veins burned down my arms, utterly visible against my tan skin. They even started to push up towards my neck.
Yel found this, out of everything else, the most upsetting. "Holy Goddess!" He shouted when I'd put my shirt back on after he cleaned my mark. "He'll see!"
"What?" I looked down, pulling the sleeves down over my arms, "Oh, yeah, don't worry, I cover them up."
Yel sighed, "Matches, this is getting bad." He shook his head slowly, leaning heavily against the table that I slipped off of. His head collapsed and receded between his shoulders, the weight of everything pulling him down.
I just stood there, not knowing what to say. What would I say? 'Hey, sorry I'm turning into an Alpha and you're the only one that can help me.' Yeah, that sounds good. Believe me, I felt bad but I didn't know what to do. Yel came up with the solutions, the tests, the results. I just underwent them.
He suddenly growled a heavy elder growl, swinging up and pacing. "And I really haven't been feeling well."
"Are you okay?" I asked instantly, perking up at the thought of Yel in danger. He was like a grandfather now. If not that, then a friend. He'd done more than enough to prove it.
Yel shook his head, waving me off, "No, no...its more like...I feel as if there something wrong. Like something bad is bound to happen way too soon." He sighed, glancing up at me with a wary look in his eye. Noticing this had that same feeling rising in my chest, pushing up and up and up until I swear I could taste. If Yel was scared, I needed to be.
And if Liv was aware of this, he'd never let me leave his room.
I mean, once he saw how far the black went, he was siting up, pulling down his shirt that'd been exposed the second I'd entered his room after I left Yel to contemplate in the basement.
"W...Why's it so...far?" He held my hand up, turning my wrist over to catch sight of the weaving veins.
Sighing, I let him poke and prod, turning me around to look at my back. "We don't know, but we also haven't found a cure, so..." Looking at his worried eyes and feeling his soft touches made everything seem to be so much better than it actually was. I still had Alpha blood, I still lied to Liv, and my veins still turned black beneath my skin.
