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Chapter Five

Faith's P.O.V
The next couple of days were uneventful. Elijah had been busy with 'pack business' and I was left to fend on my own most days. He usually returned for dinner before disappearing to his office up the stairs for the remainder of the evening. A part of me understood the need for him to be busy. Jess said it was his job to make sure everything ran smoothly around the pack, that it was the duty of the Alpha to maintain order, but a much bigger part of me missed his presence. It was making me wonder if Jess was really being honest about the bond.
Sure it helped calm him when he was angry but did it really affect me that much? The need to be around him always increased the more he wasn't around and I wasn't sure if it was this whole bond thing or if I was just going insane with being couped up inside as it continued to rain.
The weather didn't seem like it would let up any time soon. The sky was always dark and gloomy and I could tell Jess was trying her best to keep me occupied. The countless hours spent either watching movies or online shopping was fun to start but after a couple days it was becoming unbearable.
She also showed me the library. It was my favorite place in the whole house. I wasn't much of a reader due to my life inside of that room but I was still intrigued at all of the options I had. I've never had options before and it was like a breath of fresh air. Usually before bed, while Elijah was doing whatever, I would come in here and find a book. I would curl up on the couch that sat against a big window and read until my eyes grew heavy and I ventured to bed.
"Where's Elijah?" I interrupted Jess as she was scrolling through different outfits online.
The need to see him was weighing me down and I wanted to test out a theory.
"Alpha Edwards is upstairs in his office." Serayah called out from somewhere.
I excused myself from the living room and walked up the carpeted stairs. Instead of going right once at the top, I turned left and headed to the end of the hall. My fist knocked on the last door on the right a few times and waited to see if he was in there.
"We're busy." A familiar voice called out.
I knocked again and heard heavy foot steps stomping across the floor before the door was yanked open.
"I said we were-"
"Watch it." Elijah's tone warned.
The person at the door was familiar. He was with Jace the day I was trapped in that room. I coward back at the thought of him touching me again.
"Can I help you?" He asked looking annoyed," we're busy dealing with business."
"I need to speak with Alpha Edwards." I told him, still keeping a distance.
"What part of busy do you not-"
"Enough. Come in Faith." Elijah called over top of the mans voice.
My body remained frozen, too scared to be near the man who laid rough hands on me. I only moved when Elijah told the brown eyed boy to move out of the way to allow me access to the room. I cautiously walked into the room, keeping my eyes on the harmful man as to not end up in a situation like before. When I deemed myself a safe distance away, I took in Elijah's office. The floor was carpeted a dark brown and black shelves lined the walls with books and other items neatly placed. His desk was backed against a window, dark wood covered in paperwork and comfy chairs placed in front of it.
Elijah was in a bigger chair behind the desk. There were more men crowding in the room off to the side between two book shelves, perched on a leather couch or standing , chatting amongst themselves.
"Do you need something Faith?" Elijah asked as I stood a couple feet from his desk.
"I hope I'm not bothering too much but I need to talk to you." I whispered, feeling intimidated by all the people in the room.
"Regarding?" He questioned, a raise in his eyebrow.
"It's a personal issue." I responded as I stood being stared at.
"Clear the room." Elijah's voice demanded, no room for arguing.
All the men quickly stood up and headed out the door, the last one closing the door behind them. I took a deep breath before my eyes made contact with the Alpha.
"What's wrong Faith?" His posture relaxed back in the chair he was in as he watched me intently.
"I'm having trouble understanding something and I just need a couple minutes of your time." I answered.
"Okay, well what can I help you with?" He offered help with a smile.
I waited where I stood and stared at him. Now seeing him, the need to be near him increased. I wanted to touch him, to feel his arms around me, to feel secure and relaxed.
"Stand up." I told him and was rewarded with a crazed look.
"What?" He questioned as he leaned forward in his chair, arms crossed on the desk in front of him.
"Please stand up, over here." I asked again, pointing to an open space, with no objects around.
He gave me a look of amusement as he did what I asked and stood on the carpeted floor, staring at me. His face had some stubble on it and his hair was shaggy, looking as if it hadn't be cut in a while. He wore dark blue jeans with a black v-neck shirt that hung to his body incredibly well. If I wasn't so focused on my mission, I might have drooled.
He was strikingly handsome. His smile could melt me in an instant. He stood tall waiting for me to say or do something. The need to touch him only increased as he stared at me with those beautiful eyes.
"Stand still for a second, please." I asked yet again as I slowly walked towards him.
My steps were slow. Each time I made the distance shorter the need to be near him lessened. I paused barely a foot away from him and was encased with his scent. He smelt of the forest after it had rained like the night before when Jess and I had gone for a walk. He smelt woodsy with a hint of lavender, like one of the the body sprays Jess had gifted to me. It helped soothe an ache I didn't know I had until now. It gave me a small sense of calm.
My eyes closed as I took a deep breath and reopened when I stood directly in front of him, almost touching, but not quite. My hand stretched out the small distance between us and traced my fingers down Elijah's arm. The moment my fingers touched him, a sensation like no other, flooded my body. A sense of ease came over me as sparks danced across my skin. The need to be near him no longer present. My body somehow satisfied with the physical contact.
He made a move to touch me but I pulled away.
"Faith." He spoke my name, causing my body to be wracked with chills at the mention of it.
My eyes closed as I walked away, almost reaching the door and not looking back. The need to feel him against my fingers or a simple touch became strong again. The craving of him was unbearable, knowing he was so close and I wasn't touching him. It took all my might to avoid walking back and wrapping my body around his, feeling comfort and at ease in his arms.
I repeated the action again; walking towards him, briefly touching him and trying to remove my hand becoming a challenge. My brain fought against my body's want and returned back to being near the door.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice closer than I thought.
I turned around and almost walked into his chest, causing me to stumble back. Strong arms wrapped around my waist and tugged me flush against his frame, my body reveling in it as it happened, helping me keep my balance.
"Testing out a theory." I relied as I stared up at him.
"And what theory would that be?" He shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You've been gone a lot lately."
"I've been bus-"
"And for some reason the need to be around you has been driving me crazy. When I'm around you I feel at peace. I feel safe and warm. When you're gone though, I feel cold and lonely. I feel like I'm forgotten, I want to find you and be with you. To make sure you're okay and just be in your presence. It's like sparks whenever we touch and I crave it whenever you're not here. I just, I don't know, I just," I sighed, "I miss you."
"I miss you too." He replied moments later.
My arms wrapped his body as I hugged him tightly. Instantly his arms were tightened around my waist. I laid my head against his chest and closed my eyes, basking in the warmth. After a while, he withdrew his touch, a frown crawling it's way onto my face.
"I have a few more things to sort out," he sighed, "don't frown. I'll come friend you when we're done okay?"
"Okay." I replied, not removing the look of sadness from my face.
"Jesus Faith, you look like I just killed a puppy." He groaned out.
"I'm sorry, it's just-"
"I know. I won't be long. Maybe then we can watch a movie or something okay?"
"Okay." My voice still sounding upset.
He gave me another hug before releasing me and walking with me to the door. 6 large guys were leaned against the wall with a look of boredom on their faces.
I quietly moved myself past them as Elijah's voice was speaking to them again, all while walking back into his office. I heard the door click shut and silence fill the hall. Instead of heading back downstairs, I walked down a couple doors to the library and let myself in, closing the door behind me. I picked up the last book I'd been reading called, 'Mohegan Warriors' in a brown leather covering. I made myself comfortable on the couch  and pulled a blanket over my body to keep me warm as I opened where I had left off and began to read.
'You stupid bitch!' He spat as his fist collided with the side of my face, 'how dare you!'
The man had claw marks down the side of his face from where I scratched him.
His voice seethed as he screamed at me, 'you whore!'
He gripped me by my arms and threw me to the ground as if I was some type of doll. The mans boot covered foot made a solid thud as it collided with my chest. A crack sounded within it as my voice screamed out in agony.
"Your worthless piece of ass is lucky that they need you alive. Luckily for me, that means I can hurt you really bad, I just can't kill you." His laugh rang out through my small room.
His foot connected again with my chest and my lungs were urgently gasping for air, trying to scream for help.
"Faith." He called out loud.
"Faith!" A distant voice shouts, shaking me violently.
I screamed and I gasped, my lungs desperately seeking oxygen to refill them, my chest burning in the process.
"Faith, open your eyes." A voice demanded and when I did, I was met with Elijah's blue eyes.
"Breathe for me Faith. It was just a dream, you're okay, just breathe baby." His voice soothed as he knelt in front of my body on the couch.
I sat up quickly and slid off the couch onto the floor. Elijah fell to sit in front of me and I quickly climbed into his lap and wrapped my arms and legs around his torso, hugging him tightly. I was still having issues catching my breath, gasping to get some air. Elijah's arms wrapped around my back and rubbed one hand up and down my back as he held me close to his chest.
"I..can't..breathe." I gasped out as tears ran down my face.
"Slow down Faith. Take slow deep breaths. It's okay, I'm here, you're safe. It's okay baby girl, I got you."
When I could finally catch my breath, I sobbed into his shoulder. I thought the nightmares were gone when I got free, why are they back now?
"Why?" I sobbed out to no one in particular.
"It's just a bad dream. You're okay. You're safe. Nobody's trying to hurt you." He soothed into my ear.
My chest was still heaving as I hugged him impossibly tighter. Dispose how long I clung to Elijah, he made no motion to move. He never complained but instead was quiet and would whisper soothing words off and over until my breath regulated and I was able to breathe again. When I finally regained control of my breathing I pulled back slightly but remained on his lap. His fingertips brushed under my eyes wiping away stray tears, a look of worry on his face.
"You okay?" He asked cautiously as his eyes gazed over my features.
I simply nodded as my gaze fell to my hands.
"It's rather late. My meeting went longer than I anticipated, I'm sorry," He apologized.
"It's okay, I thought the dreams had stopped. I hadn't had them since that man had me. I don't understand why they're back."
"We'll figure it out, don't worry princess. I'm sure you don't want to go to sleep right now, right?"
I shook my head.
"How about a movie in my office while I finish up some documents?" He asked.
"Okay."
It took me a few minutes to crawl off his lap, but he didn't seem too concerned with how long it took me to finally stand up. He made quick work of raising up to his full frame and towered over me. His rather large hand encased my small one as he tugged me, blanket and all out of the library and down the hall back towards his office. He was slow with his movements being cautious of my still sore foot.
When we entered his office he moved to his desk before grabbing a remote, leaving me standing in the middle of the large room. His finger clicked around on the device and a door slide upwards from the corner bookshelf to reveal a large tv much like the one he had downstairs. It was at a perfect angle to be able to see it from anywhere in the room. After he messed about with the remote for a while longer, the tv clicked on and some sort of colorful movie began to play; which one, I wasn't sure.
"Come here." His voice rang out softly as he gestured towards the couch for me to sit, to which I obeyed.
I took a seat on the couch and squished myself against the one side allowing him room to sit beside me. I watched him carefully as he sat beside me with a couple sheets of paper and a pen. He scribbled every so often as my eyes watched him from the corner of my vision, trying to pay attention to the movie. However, my brain seemed to swirl with questions about werewolves and the events that have unfolded in the past few days.
Eventually, the screen went black and the credits rolled over the screen signaling the movie has ended. I made no action to move or get up. I some how felt comfortable sitting in the silence. I pulled my feet up onto the couch and hugged them as I gazed over at Elijah. He was still writing on the paper he held in his hands and reading over them as he went.
"Do you feel it too?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Feel what?" He questioned without looking up from his papers.
"When I touch you. Do you really feel the same way?"
He sighed before he looked at me, "yes."
"So," I said as I slid closer to where he was seated, my knee brushing against his thigh, "you feel the sparks?"
"Yes." His body stayed frozen and his crisp blue eyes stayed locked on mine.
"Does it ever go away?"
"I hope not." He whispered.
"And you can really changed into a big dog whenever you want?"
He laughed, "a big dog?"
"Okay, a large dog." I replied back.
Elijah smiled and laughed again, "so now I'm a large dog?" He teased.
"Yes. A large dog." I answered satisfied with my answer.
A squeal left my lips as his large hand enclosed around my ankle and pulled, causing me to fall backwards onto the couch, my legs draped across his lap.
"You think you're so funny huh?" He laughed out before his hands ran up my sides, sending sparks and a crazed feeling causing me to laugh out loudly.
"I wasn't...trying to...be..funny." I laughed out as his assault continued against my skin. My body writhed under his fingers, trying to free myself from his attack, sending me over the edge of the couch and onto the floor.
An 'oof ', left my lips as my body made hard contact with the floor and Elijah made quick work of standing over me, sling if I was okay.
"Yeah, I'll survive I think." I answered him as I used y hands to push myself up into a sitting position. His hand reached out and I instinctively reached for it, his arm alone able to heaved me up off the floor, his hands then holding waist to steady me on my feet.
"And for the record, I'm a werewolf, not a dog." He laughed as my gaze diverted to the ground.
"Come on, lets grab something to eat and get you to bed. It's late."
Without room to argue, his hand grasped mine again and led us out of the room. His finger flicked off the light switch encasing us in the dark, but knowing he was near, I wasn't scared.
.....
Thunder growled and roared as rain pelted the window. The lightning illuminating the room every few seconds, casting a glow and showing the trees violently swinging in the storm. My body shook and trembled as tears flooded and cascaded down my face as a blood curdling scream rang out through the silent room. My whole being convulsed when I realized it was my own voice that disturbed the silence in the bedroom, but my mind swirled around the dream that racked my head and kept playing on repeat. My knees flew to my chest as my arms wrapped around them. The man in my dream flickered through my closed eyes as I saw him chasing after me. He was trying to hurt me again, the weapon in his hand ready to be used against my skin. I had dreamt he had found me, he was ready to punish me for running, for escaping and he wasn't going to be happy until I was half dead.
My scream rang out again the images pierced my brain, my eyes fluttering open again as the door slammed open against the wall, almost falling off its hinges. Elijah stood at his full height, his naked chest heaving up and down as anger radiated through his body. His frame lit up when the lightning acted as a bulb, showing the rage that looked as if it was coursing through his veins.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for any source of a threat before the landed on my frightened frame, shaking on the bed.
"Faith, what happened?" He growled out as his feet quickly crossed the room, his short covered knee resting on the bed, his body keep distance.
"Make it stop!" I cried out as pain radiate my body with the thought of being hurt again, "please make it stop!"
"Make what stop? What happened baby girl, talk to me." He pleaded as I could see him fighting himself to keep distant.
"The dreams. He keeps trying to kill me. He wants me dead. He's trying to get to me. Oh god I can't breathe." I gasped out as I fought my lungs to intake oxygen.
"Breathe for me Faith. You're safe, it's okay." He tried to soothe.
I grasped the blankets tighter into my hands, trying to hide myself from the dream.
"I don't want to scare you, Faith. So I'm going to sit here until you're okay. I don't want to freak you okay. I'm here okay?"
I nodded rapidly, thankful that he made no attempt to touch me. My brain wasn't processing things properly and I thought that anymore who would try to touch me, was going to cause harm.
He sat at the edge of the bed, his body turned to face me and his voice remained silent. He didn't move to touch me or to communicate. Instead he sat and waited until my body could regain its calm and I could finally breathe properly again. I'm not sure how long it took, but he never moved from his spot. When I finally was able to compose myself, I allowed my body to relax and the tears to dry up.
"You okay?" He whispered.
"I'm sorry I woke you." I spoke softly, "I don't know why they've come back."
The room went silent while I stared at him, my fingers wiping away stray tears.
"I used to sleep here, with you." He interrupted the quiet.
"What?"
"When you first got here, I used to sleep beside you."
"No, I never saw you. I always was in here alone. I-"
He sighed, "I would come in once you were asleep and would be gone before you would wake up. I need you to sleep or else I constantly worry about whether or not you were safe. I haven't the past couple days because I've walked you to bed or I've been busy with pack business. I'm sorry."
"I don't understand.." I whispered.
"I never got close, I promise. I kept my distance, I didn't want to startle you. I've been sleeping in the guest bedroom since 3 days ago." He replied as his gaze stayed on my face.
I didn't reply, instead I kept my eyes looking out the window at the storm brewing outside.
"I should let you try to sleep again. I'm down the hall if you need anything, okay?"
When I looked back at his frame, he wasn't there. For being a rather large person, he sure was quiet. I sighed before I slid down in the bed under the covers and wrapped them tightly around me. My eyes stayed fixed on the window as my mind was scared to sleep again. Could he really keep the dreams away just by sleeping beside me? 
As my mind swirled around the thought and weighing the pros and cons, I found myself around 330 in the morning padding barefoot down the hallway to the guest bedroom and knocked quietly. When he didn't answer, I slowly opened the door and allowed myself in, shutting it quietly behind me. His sleeping frame was in the middle of the still made bed, sound asleep. I carefully walked towards him and stood at the side of the bed.
"Elijah?" I whispered softly, to get no reply.
"Elijah." I said loudly as I gently shook his shoulder.
In an instant he shot up and looked at me from his spot on the bed.
"Faith? What's wrong?" He asked as he grabbed my hands and his eyes roamed my body.
"Can I sleep with you?" I whispered quietly as I stared at the ground.
His fingertips brushed under my chin to return my gaze to see his.
"You don't ever have to ask Faith."
He stood up and pulled the blankets back before motioning me to crawl into the huge bed. I kept distance between us as I crawled onto the sheets as he did behind me and pulled the blankets over us. I faced the wall as I settled in to fall asleep and just before I succumbed to the darkness, I felt my body being dragged back against a hard surface, warmth and safety washing over me as the darkness incased my mind.