Possessive Alpha Kaden ✔️

Chapter 30

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I would've thought by now that pain could be considered a foreign concept to me, especially after my second "first shift" into Shiva 2.0, but apparently I am still capable of being hurt way more than I was in those achingly torturous moments.

Every nerve in my body ignited into flames as the blade cut into my skin, Shiva could feel it too. She howled in my head as Olivia's phantom twisted the knife through my skin, opening up an ugly wound in my chest, blood pouring up like a fizzed up Fanta bottle, soaking my grey hoodie and staining it crimson.

I whimper, my body limp and helpless, all I'm able to do it watch the blade as it sinks deeper into the centre of my chest.

My head is fuzzy, my vision becoming blurrier with every second I spend on the floor.

"I didn't want it to have to come to this." The man's voice speaks from within Olivia, and he almost sounds sorry for me. "If you'd have just come along when my men asked you to, Kaden wouldn't have lost his mate, and you wouldn't have lost your life."

I cough, and feel thick warm liquid dribble out of my lips, my eyes focussed solely on the knife protruding from my chest, the blade buried hilt deep within my rib cage. Olivia is no longer paying attention to it now, fishing around in her pockets until she pulls out a long, thin grey syringe from the pocket of her hoodie. It's sharp and deadly looking, far too big to have fit in her pocket, but she's been possessed by a demon so I can take that as a minor detail.

"This wouldn't have hurt normally." Her eyes are almost remorseful as she lifts up the bottom of my hoodie to reveal a small scar underneath my bellybutton. "If you'd have just come to me then I wouldn't have had to stab you to keep you still."

It's rumoured that this scar is the direct connection to your wolf, and appears once you've fully shifted for the first time. It takes the shape of a characteristic that defines your personality. Fists signify strength, stars signify adventurous, chess pieces signify logic. I had never understood why I had a crown as mine, because my father wasn't a crown, and neither was my mother. It couldn't be for leader, it couldn't be for ruler, because I didn't have a ruling bone in my body when I was thirteen years old.

I watched with fast fading vision as Olivia plunged the syringe through the centre of my scar, and a new wave of excruciating pain spreading through my skull, and I couldn't help the scream that ripped from my body. I watch with tear filled eyes as a strange, silver liquid is removed from my stomach, and suddenly Shiva was once again no longer in my head.

Black veins start to spread from my mark, as every memory I've ever had with Shiva flashes through my mind like a digital picture book, from my first shift into a pup form of herself, to running without reins through the woods. I remember every anger fuelled conversation I've ever been apart of, every time she leant me her strength, every time we cried together because life wasn't fair.

It was like the second I watched them, the memory disappeared and I couldn't remember them. I was forgetting conversations I had with my parents, running through the woods with Sophia before I started to lose control.

I feel the tears finally fall at the flashback of my dead best friend, trying to grasp onto the memory with the fingertips of my mind. I didn't want to forget this, I didn't want to forget anything to do with her.

"Stop, t...taking mem...memories of her." I cry, my breathing becoming harsh and laboured. I can feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head, the feeling in my toes and fingers gone as blood continues dribbling from the knife wound, my life force leaving with it. "A...anyone but h...h...er."