NOAH: Her Forbidden Beast

*CHAPTER 50*

MIA

I have been bedridden for a couple of days. I am either too weak or too sore to get up. I think everything that has happened throughout my stay in this pack has finally taken a toll on me. But I wasn't worried. I knew I was going to be okay. But being in bed for so long...it gets you thinking about certain things. There is nothing else to do anyway. When you are in one place for long, doing nothing, you can't help but turn to your thoughts to entertain yourself. 

I thought about a lot of things. I miss being a healer. My hands are itching to mix herbs, create new salves that can help people. Being a healer connects me to my family, to my identity. Being a healer gives me a purpose.

 I also miss playing the piano. My mind reverts to the days where Noah was resisting the mate bond. Every night, regardless of whether we fought in the day, we always met in that secret garden upstairs at ten o'clock. I remember the coolness of the keys on the tips of my fingers and as I pressed down...sound would echo throughout the room. Music. Beautiful music. It made me feel free and new again. And in a way, I think it connected me to Noah more so than before. 

I remember the hurt that Noah had inflicted upon me. The mixed emotions that would battle inside me. I release a small laugh. Goodness, Noah drove me crazy. He would be so hot and so cold at the same time. Whenever I saw him, I didn't know what I was going to get. But I was patient. I endured the hurt that he had done to me. And then the ball. When we danced to the music together...it was our undoing. Us moving as one together across the floor, it almost was like God hinting to us that we are to move through life together...as one. 

I couldn't help, but smile when I found my white cloth in his jacket. He had kept it this entire time. Through the time I thought he totally hated me, he had my scented handkerchief tucked deep in his jacket because it gave him comfort knowing that a piece of me was always with him.

All this trouble...just so then we can be together and then. Was it worth it? Yes. The moments of pain, moments of joy, the times where I wanted to leave and the times where my heart wouldn't let...it was all worth it because at the end...Noah was mine and I was undeniably his. 

The door opens and couldn't help but smile when I see my mate, "Hey," I greeted. 

"Hey, love." Noah made his way to me and sat on the side of the bed. He cups my cheek softly. I lean into his warm touch, "How're you feeling?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay, still a little bit sore. How was the meeting?"

Noah was silent for a moment. I could see the clogs turning in his mind of what he should say, "It had a promising result."

"Which is?" I asked. 

"We can be together...that's all that matters."

I waited for a moment and just stared at him, "What about the alliance?"

Noah sighed and said, "Soul is going to marry Sophie."

I sat up and yelled, "WHAT?"

Noah laid his hands on my shoulders, "Calm down, love! It was his choice, he chose to do it and so he did."

"But he was supposed to go find his mate!" I exclaimed.

Noah sighs and nods his head, "Yeah I know. But listen to me, love, his mate don't want me no more. She has moved on with another. This marriage may help him move on. It may help him heal his wounds."

I laid back down and looked at the roof, "I just want him to be happy."

Noah Lays down beside and says, "He will be happy, love. Him and Sophie can have children, they can build a family."