The Only Alpha Luna

Agony

I awoke with more pain than ever before, my body feeling as though it had been set on fire. As well as reliving the pain every time that I received each and everyone of my scars. All at the same time, I was losing my mind. I rolled off of the bed, hitting the floor hard. Bringing me even more pain as I was sure that I had a black and blue on my left arm, something that would be gone in minutes.

I crawled painfully slow, as I tried not to shed a single tear. As all I wanted out of these moments were for Tom to hold me. For me to see him. I screamed as I was just a mere 4 feet away from his open bedroom door. I saw him crawl, just as slowly as I felt I had moved. He looked at me and it was then he screamed, shedding tears as he continued to crawl. I had no idea what was going through his mind. I knew what I wanted, yet I couldn't hear any words as I thought he was trying to say something.

The Alpha that was on the couch earlier came out of his room and got the guards to Tom away from him. Tom must have bit his tongue or something that could distract him from the pain. Since he stood up, walked over to me, picked me up and set me on the bed, my bed. I knew that I must have mumbled something, yet it must have been something incomprehensible since he didn't look back. Tom walked into my bathroom, got the water running and left me. I screamed, in a vain attempt to get him to come back. To help me, to not leave me alone as I had done earlier to him. It was then that I realized I deserved every moment of pain that I had. My past was finally catching up to me, and I was going to lose everything because of my stubborn ways. Everything that had real meaning. Since a mate, is what my wolf has asked for everyday of her life. A husband, is what my human self continually asked me for. Yet, I couldn't let either of them have what they wanted since it would kill them. History would repeat, yet here and know I was wondering if it was worth the pain of the past to get the possibility of happiness.

He came back though, with what looked like a bucket. I had no idea of what, but I heard a rumbling sound from the bathroom. It could have been ice, lego's, even the rock loaves of dried bread that I had left out so that I could make French Toast in the morning. Tom came and grabbed me off of the bed and put me in the tub. It was ice cold, it only dulled the pain. I still felt my body on fire, there was no way to make that go away. As soon as he had placed me in the tub he fell. I couldn't hold myself in anyway, and somehow, something kept my head above water. I didn't bother to question what it was. As the fire grew hotter, making my screams louder. I could see Tom get up, and then fall, try and get up again, only to fall. That's what he continued to do as I screamed out in pain. Yet, I could do nothing to give him comfort. When my eyes finally closed it was because the heat was so intense that I think I passed out.