Mask Of Sorrows

Chapter Nine

Shadow's POV (I know right? Been forever!)

      I woke up, entangled in Luke. My cold fingers were intertwined with his warm ones and my his legs were wrapped around mine, his arms wrapped around my waist. I held myself closer to him, blinking tears out of my eyes as I tightened my grip on his hand. I heard a grunt from behind me and spun around, seeing Luke's sleepy blue eyes. "Why's your grip on my hand so tight?" He asked, his eyes still half closed.

     "Sorry." I whispered, my voice cracking slightly. I loosened my grip on his hand, turning away from him. He sat up and put a hand under my chin, tilting it so I was forced to look at him.

     "Hey, why are you crying?" He asked, looking a bit taken back. I shook my head, still laying down. I pulled the covers closer to me, burrowing myself in them to hide myself.

     "Shadow. Tell me." He commanded, his voice gentle but commanding. I just shook my head again, pinching my eyes shut. I didn't want to see anyone right now, not even Alpha.

     I felt him move, the mattress creaking. When he stopped moving I opened my eyes, only to see worried blue ones staring back at me. Alpha had moved so he was laying in front of me, looking into my eyes. "Shadow." He whispered, his voice dry and fragile. "Please, please tell me."

      I took a shaky breath, closing my eyes again. When I opened them again Alpha's mask was off, leaving his face exposed. He reached over to me and undid the clasps on the side of my hood so my mask was loose, then he pulled it off. He examined my face while I examined his. His scar was still visible, and I reached up to his face. I ran a finger gently along the rough, pale skin. I loved his scar, I'm not really sure why. Just seemed to important to who he is, to his personality. He smiled sadly at me, reaching up and surrounding my hand with his own. He held it close to his face, his eyes shining with worry. I immediately felt guilty. I was making him feel like this. "I..." I hesitated. Should I tell him? "I just..." What's stopping me from telling him? He's my boyfriend, I should be able to tell him everything. Instead of finishing I buried my face into his cloaked chest, let the pent up tears spill as I sobbed into his chest.

      He held me close, obviously shocked by my reaction, and whispered sweet nothings into my ear as I cried. He sat up, taking me with him. He pulled me into his lap and I felt like a kid, but I didn't really care at the moment. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I put mine around his chest, still crying. I felt weak, but Alpha's embrace made me feel so safe, something I haven't felt in a while. He gently pulled me away from him, frowning. "We'll forget it for now, but you have to tell me later, okay?" He asked gently. I nodded weakly. I couldn't lie to him anymore, it was killing me. He smiled sadly. He brought up his hands and wiped off my tears with his thumbs, making me smile lightly, giving him the same effect.

     He got up, pulling me with him so he was carrying me bridal style. I smiled and leaning into his chest, enjoying the childish action. He hefted me up, making me cling to his cloak so that I didn't fall off. He laughed and I huffed, blushing slightly. He approached the door and I reached out, turning the knob. I could see a dent in the wall behind the doorknob and raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you dent our bedroom wall Alpha?"

     He chuckled sheepishly, turning red. "Well, you fell asleep on the beach and I had to carry you in..." I fell asleep on the beach? Hmm. Oh well.

     "So you kicked the door into the wall, denting it?" I asked, continuing to stare at him. He was shuffling nervously, like I was actually mad at him.

     "Well." He said, turning his nervous look into a smirk. "You aren't that much use when you're unconscious." I huffed and stuck my tongue out at him, while he smirked at me.