Chapter Twenty Two: Soup

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"Jess, you've got to do what the doctor said." I rubbed my face as I watched this Alpha childishly refuse to take it easy as the pack doctor had told him to.

"I just can't sit still, Anna." Jess rarely called me by my name before he was taken. He's called me by my name every time he's spoken to me, except for that first statement when he came back home.

"Please, Jess. Just relax! The boys are wanting to see their father, but you can't see them if you're still like this!" I tossed my hands up in frustration.

Jess had gotten more abuse from the government than any of the others taken from our pack. His resistance of silver and wolfsbane were tested on a daily basis. He was cut with silver knives. He had liquid wolfsbane tossed on him. He had multiple bones broken and rebroken whenever the bones began to heal.

He was weakened from the abuse and from being away from his mate and pups, and that caused his wolf to disappear. So, the pack doctor nearly demanded this Alpha to rest, take it easy, and relax with me.

"I have work to do, Anna. I will see the boys some other time." Jess pulled a shirt over his scarred body.

"Stan is doing a fine job as acting Alpha while you rest! So lay down! Please!" I begged.

"I've been laying for three years, Anna."

"And I've been on my own for three years! I need you. Our kids need you. Please." I was crying again, failing to keep the promise that I made to myself about keeping the tears at bay.

"We have rested for two days." Jess stated.

"Resting is different than being with you," I mumbled. "I want to cuddle. I want you to hold me. I want you to kiss me. Love me. Play with the boys. Talk to them, something. Please."

I heard a heartbreaking sigh. "I'm sorry." Jess took my hands in his. "I just... I'm sorry. You still feel the strong effects of our bond and I... well I don't. Not anymore."

I nodded my head, not looking at my mate.

Does he not want me anymore?

My heart was breaking.

"My wolf, he's gone, Anna. He's... I don't know. I haven't felt him since... since they started... messing... with me," Jess tried to explain his reasoning, but it was useless.

"Okay, it's okay. It's cool. I get it." I tried acting like it wasn't hurting me nearly as much as it was.

"I'm sorry, Anna. I am..." Jess placed a kiss to my left hand before he walked out of our shared bedroom.

Two days was all that he and I have had together. Personally, I was expecting him to run to me and kiss the living daylights out of me when he saw me again.

We haven't even kissed yet.

I was hoping that we would lay in bed, all cuddled up under the covers if we weren't going at it like wolves.

We've barely hugged.

When we were in bed together, Jess was all tensed up on one side of the bed. If I made a move to get closer to him, he would just get out of bed completely.

I hated it.

But what honestly hurt the most was his excuses for not wanting to see the children. Our boys. They wanted their father. They were crying for him.

But he didn't want them around.

Seeing my kids hurt and begging for their father hurt me more than anything.

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