Alone

That's a Thing

I knew right off the bat, that had to be Jax doing something strange. Not only did his voice ring in my head with familiarity, I faintly remembered one of Dad's stories involving him telling Mom through their little "mind link" that he was a wolf and not a bear while saving her.

I awkwardly stood there, trying not to look too put off by the strange form of communication, I nodded my head a few times to acknowledge his statement. I brushed my hand down his side and could feel his powerful muscles, feel each deep breath as it vibrated under my fingertips. "Sit with me," I whispered.

The giant plopped down without a second thought. His bright blue eyes stared at me expectantly, I took my cue and sat in front of him. I tucked my knees into my chest and curled into a comfy, reassuring, little ball. The big wolf arched himself forward, crouching toward me with concerned eyes, my body language seemed to give him the wrong idea.

He pushed his nose into my neck and whimpered, 'Don't be sad. I've got you. You're mine and I take care of what's mine.' Poor Mr. Wolf was so worried about everything, I'm surprised Damien wasn't gray headed from all this stress and worry. As I admired Jax and his beauty I began to feel selfish. I asked to see his wolf and he'll never be able to see mine. It's all my fault, I deprived my wolf of her mate, my mate of the opportunity to see the whole reason we're bound together. 'It's okay. I promise you. I will love you with, or without your wolf. Damien and I belong to you, don't you ever worry about not having her, you have us. We will do anything and everything for you, just please don't feel bad.'

I thought back to my memory of her. Darcy had a light coat, a colorless expanse of white. Her belly and ears fading into a darker gray. Her eyes had always been dark, a deep brown with, at times, no hint of color to it. That was the beauty of her, she didn't need an eye catching color, or a striking marking on her body. Simplicity was her beauty.

'She was beautiful.'

That wasn't helping at the moment. I freaking did this! I ripped my wolf right from her mate's hands! I took away the happiness of two. It's not just Darcy who loses here, I hurt Jax too.

'Shut up! Yes. Yes, Darcy was my mate. Yes, I'm sad she's gone. But no! No, it was not your fault. No, you don't get to beat yourself up about it. Me and Jax are fine. We are happy just to have you!' Jax leaned back to look at me, letting out a sharp puff of air to signify his anger at the subject. His stare was unwavering. His sharp, blue eyes literally glowed in the night. An almost visible illumination casted over his face.

I whimpered and cowered away from the anger and power rolling off of him in waves. Trying to remain any sense of dignity I could, even with my head lowered I maintained eye contact with him. Staring into the eye of the beast.

Of course, leave it to Adriana to ruin the moment. I sneezed. And not some kitten of a sneeze, no. It's never that simple. I sneezed loud, loud enough to scare a couple birds out of the treetops. Yep, that's just how I roll.

His eyes grew wide. He began to walk and grabbed the back of my shirt with his teeth. He tugged me behind him until I planted my feet. He didn't notice at first until he pulled me to the point I fell on my face. Graceful. 'You're sick. Get up. Let's go.'

I rolled my eyes, "Working me like a Hebrew slave." He ignored me and went back to tugging me behind him. We dragged me right up the front door. He released my shirt and started glaring at the door. I wasn't quite sure what he was trying to do, having a staring contest? Burn holes through it with Superman's laser vision?

'Just open the door, please.'

Oh. See that makes more sense. I opened the door, but I swear I saw him roll his eyes. He watched me walk inside and nudged the door shut with his big head. Seeing I was safe inside the living room, he bounded upstairs, only to return less than a minute later with a pair of baggy basketball shorts draped around his hips.

He rushed forward and grabbed me, his hand flew to my forehead, checking for a fever. I shoved him off of me, "I sneezed. It's​ not like I'm sick, chill."

He scooped me into his arms, ignoring everything I had to say, as he walked to his room. He sat me on his bed and scurried into his adjoining bathroom. I saw him rummage through a cabinet before he strolled out with a bottle of medicine in his hand.

He threatened to call in a doctor if I didn't take the meds. Lesser of two evils in my eyes. I begrudgingly swallowed the pills. "Alright so if you aren't already tired, you will be soon. Lay down and go to bed." He gently pushed me down before covering me in a blanket. I watched him curiously as he walked to the other side of the bed and began pulling back the covers.

"No," I whispered it as I sat up. It was enough to catch his attention though. "I can sleep on the loveseat. I-I'd really prefer not to sleep with you. No offense. I-I know that you're my mate and stuff it's just... That's something Momma always told me."

I pushed myself off of the bed and cautiously walked to the small couch, "I couldn't let you do that. Don't worry about it. I really wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable with, but if you're not okay with sleeping with me let me have the couch. You're sick anyway."

He guided me back to bed and covered me in the blanket. As he walked away I couldn't resist the urge, "I'm not sick," petty of me yes, but who cares?

I had no motivation for this chapter. I kept trying to write, and then I'd have nothing. I just had no inspiration. So if it is crap I apologize. I know where I'm heading I'm just not sure on how to get there. It will get better I promise.

I just feel... Pressure, I see that I have you readers and I really want to do a good job for you guys. Please bear with me as I straighten out what's​ going through my mind.

Thank you bunches!