My Wolf-man

Chapter 41 ~ The Morning Of

I'm NOT going to mark this scene as mature, and nothing happens which would make it mature, but I know the ideas discussed in here are a sensitive topic to some people so this is officially a WARNING.

Enjoy my lovelies!

After going to sleep shortly after Emily left, I had a restless night sleep.

I couldn't stop the dread from creating intricate nightmares which snaked their way around my heart and didn't let go.

If Aiden didn't come in time, I was going to be mated to someone else. If he bit me, it was all over red rover. I knew Aiden would never want me back after that.

Emily came in and dropped of my breakfast. A small piece of bread and a dark brown liquid sloshed around in a cup. I was too sick to eat little own drink anything, because I was to busy panicking every time I heard a noise outside the door.

I don't want to do this, I kept repeating in my head over and over again. But I didn't have a choice.

Last night I'd asked Emily if she'd ever tried escaping. She discretely showed me the deep slash she'd received as punishment across her stomach.

I'd cringed, and any thought of trying to escape was wiped instantly from my mind. I would never heal from another slash if Gramps lost his temper again. Even with my fast healing, the deep gash wound on my neck and shoulder was not healed yet and it had already been a whole day. My wounds usually heal by now.

Deep footsteps made my heart plunge deep into the floor. I expected the worst, but it was nothing compared to when he walked into my bedroom as if nothing over the days had never happened.

"Hi darling," he grinned. I had to hold back my churning stomach from emptying bile onto the floor in front of him. I made no effort to move, and a scowl returned to his face, deepening the longer I sat still.

"Get... up," he ground out between his grinding teeth. I glanced at Emily who was quietly standing on the side of the room. She discretely rubbed her stomach wound, and I gulped. If I didn't move, I was going to suffer the same fate, and no now would be able to save me then.

I stood up slowly, wobbling on my feet before I finally gained my balance. His scowl disappeared again, and I was left with the impression he was extremely bipolar. Maybe if I kept it him occupied for long enough, it would give me more time to think of something. Anything.

I realised they forgot to give me an injection this morning.

"AIDEN!" I plead through our bond. It was brittle, like it was barely there. I wondered how many more shots it would take to get rid of it completely. I couldn't imagine many more.

"Sang."

The whisper sounded like a radio when you tried to adjust the signal, it's crackling and static preventing any connection.

"You have to hurry. He's going to.. He's going-" I started hyperventilating. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Oh my god, oh my god.

His hand came up to rest on my shoulder from behind. A deep set of goosebumps broke out across my skin. I blanched.

"I'm coming. I found you."

Those three words nearly made me lose my balance, as I stumbled through the hallway but quickly regained my composure.

"I'm trying Sang. I'm going to find you. Don't let him do it. Do everything in your power. I believe in you. Keep him occupied."

I felt his soft presence as he regained his focus on his mission at hand.