My Alpha Black

Chapter 9

~~~ Ali's POV ~~~

I looked down at my arms in panic and fear - I had to stop the bleeding! I had to stop the knife and stop the pain!

I blinked. And blinked again at the scars patterning my skin, old scars from that week of hell. But they weren't bleeding.

I was sobbing at this point and I was just lost in fear and confusion, my body shaking, tears streaming down my cheeks. I had the nightmare of him again, but this time I hadn't woken up when he had started to torture me! I'd had to relive all the pain and my body shuddered as another wave of sobs racked my body.

I heard a viscous growl erupt from right beside me and I suddenly became hyper aware of my mate, he'd woken me up and saved me from further torture! I gasped, instinctually reaching out to him but I stopped, noticing through my bleary state that he was glaring at my arms which were now on show, and was shaking uncontrollably. His eyes were jet black - his wolf was about to force a shift and completely take over. I had no doubt that he would rip anyone apart who got in his way, pack included, he was about to lose control.

"Black." I croaked in a broken whisper.

Nothing.

I couldn't let him shift, not only was he a danger to those around him but in that moment, I needed him. I had just relived the most painful, terrifying moments of my life and I just needed my mate.

"Please . . . " I whispered and reached out to him, fisting his shirt in my trembling fists, "please." I practically begged, finally catching his attention.

I looked into his eyes and they were still just black and emotionless. I sighed in defeat as memories of the pain ran through my mind and I realised my mate wasn't going to give me any comfort. I was on my own. I hung my head and my body slumped as it gave in to the suffering.

I was just waiting for the swoosh of air that signalled a shift, when I was suddenly lifted from the bed. Before I could get my bearings I found myself in someone's lap. I gasped as delicious sparks ignited my skin and I realised I was in Black's lap, my mate's lap!

I looked up into his eyes and found them returned to their normal colour, still black of course but their was warmth in them. He simply held my gaze as he wrapped his arms around me, tucking me against him as if I was a small child, but I had never felt so safe and protected.

Snuggling in deeper, I buried my head in his chest, still clutching his shirt and let myself cry. I was vaguely aware of someone else leaving but the sobs were so strong that I wasn't really conscious of anything apart from my mate, letting me cry my pain out as he held me close.

I sobbed and sobbed until I ran out of tears and energy, just a limp, gasping mess still curled into Black. Finding the energy to look to my bedside table I saw that it was about 5am. Oh God, I'd been crying for two hours!

I sighed and finally stirred in my mate's steel grip. My voice was small and hoarse when I tried to speak.

"I'm sorry, I uh - I didn't realise I'd been crying so long."

He just looked at me stonily.

I suddenly felt uneasy but I couldn't look away from his eyes as the silence went on.

"Who gave you those scars?" he asked darkly.

"How do you know it was a 'who'?" Dropping my gaze to my lap.

"Who gave you those scars, Ali?!" he demanded again getting angrier.

I started to panic. I knew at some point I would have to tell my mate about my past and why I had my scars, but I was scared about how Black was going to react.