Possessive Alpha Kaden ✔️

Chapter 32

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I can't find it within myself to open the door.

I know that it's her on the other side of the door, the real, unpossessed her, but I can't help but feel wary. It's weird, because I'd been bitching about not being able to see Olivia, but now I'm here I can't get my palms to stop sweating.

I'm half tempted to just tell Kaden that I'm tired and my back is cramping, play the 'im pregnant' card even though there are no physical signs of it at the moment. Hell, I haven't even had morning sickness yet so he'd know something is up. But, I've been using the same half assed excuse to not go in there since he tried to bring me to see her three days ago.

I can't help it, because everytime I picture her on the other side of the inch thick wood, the scar on my stomach burns, bile rising in the back of my throat, my head hurting at the thought of the memories missing from my mind.

"I don't think I can do it today." I wince, screwing my eyes shut and clenching my fists togehter tightly. It's like they're just under the surface of my brain, desperately clawing at my head to get it to remember what happened. "Kaden can we try tomorrow?"

I feel his warm, slender fingers open up my right hand and lace between mine, the gentle pressure in his squeeze almost calming my racing heartbeat. I almost want to rip my hand away, knowing it's clammy as hell and is probably really gross for him right now, but the look in his stormy grey eyes lets me know that he's not going anywhere. "We've been trying tomorrow since Monday, Lola. You can't keep putting this off because she's your best friend."

His jaw tightens as he looks at the door, like he's looking through it, and I watch as the grey in his eyes darkens like clouds before a storm. "I'm just as worried about this as you, hell more than you because I'm not the one being targetted by this psycho, but I doubt he knows you're alive if he's gotten what he wants and isn't keeping watch anymore."

Kaden kisses my knuckles softly, nodding to the guard on the door of Olivia's new bungalow accomodations. I inhale heavily and take a step forward towards the door, my grip like iron around Kaden's hand. The guard pulls a glove over his hand and pushes open the door, the eye watering scent of wolfsbane causing my nostrils to sting. I'm guessing the door is laced with it to stop Olivia from leaving, which I'm guessing is a precaution Kaden came up with.

"I'm right here." My mate whispers softly in my ear, his hand leaving my own only to settle on my waist and tug me flush into his side. It puts me at ease, knowing that this time I have someone to protect me from any potential danger. Or potential possession and another knife into my chest.

I walk into the living room where my best friend is sat on the sofa, her fingers wringing together in her lap. She doesn't look good, heavy bags settled underneath her dull eyes. She's without her signature red lipstick, making her face more subtle and showing off her natural beauty, even when she looks exhausted. She senses my presence and tenses, but when she looks up the dull look in her naturally brown eyes breaks away, pooling with a build up of unshed tears.

"Hey, Lola." She says quietly. Her voice is the same, if not more tired, but her voice reminds me of the laughs we've had, how important she's been to me.

"Olivia." I sob, and rush across the room to wrap her up in a hug. Screw being afraid of her, screw the feelings I had before entering the room. This girl is my best friend, and regardless of what happened, she's still the same girl who stole a place in my heart.