The Worst Of Luck

chapter thirty one

I must've fallen asleep because I somehow woke up in the same chair I was in last night, but instead of being alone, I was cuddled into Vincent.

Aidan had been scheduled to get scans a half an hour ago, and would be back shortly.

How could I have been stupid enough to let this happen. How could let myself get close to him again?
Getting close to him would only end in pain on my part, I couldn't afford anymore of that. Not now.

I tried to remove myself from his steel grip, but his arms were fastened around me and I couldn't move. My wolf enjoyed the presence of her mate, in fact I couldn't remember the last good sleep I've had in weeks. But I couldn't allow this to become a normal feeling. I didn't want to give Vincent the idea that I was over what happened, that I had forgiven him. Because I haven't, and I'm not sure if I ever will.

His eyes were closed and seemed so relaxed. Why did he have to be hot? I mean with his long eyelashes that laid against his soft skin, his plump lips, his sharp jawline, and his soft, thick dark hair that stuck up messily, how could he not be?

I poked his cheek, in hopes to wake him up. His arms were wrapped around my waist like his life depended on it. But nothing happened, not even a groan. He must be a deep sleeper. How am I supposed to wake him up?

"Vincent," I whispered, and all I got was nothing. Well he's left me no choice. I punched his shoulder harshly, causing him to grumble something I couldn't understand before he went quiet again. I balled my fist again, raising it to hit him in the shoulder again, "Hit me again, and you'll regret it." He mumbled with his eyes closed. Well someone was not a morning person. "It's morning, now get up." I said, trying to pry his arms off me. He opened his eyes, the blue orbs swirling with emotion I couldn't read. He glanced down at his arms that were snaked around me, before slowly removing them, leaving a trail of sparks in its path. I inhaled sharply, not used to his touch anymore. He met my gaze, as we stared at each other. Before his eyes trailed down to my lips, my heart rate picked up as I predicted his next move would be to try and kiss me.

His hand came up and cupped my cheek, his thumb rubbing against my skin, creating a friction of sparks. I struggled to breath as unfamiliar emotions clouded my judgement and thoughts. A small part of me wanted to kiss him, to give in to the want that bubbled inside of me. He slowly leaned in, his lips brushing against mine softly. His touch was addictive and set fire inside of me. I wanted more. I shifted so I was straddling his lap, his eyes darkening as his hands rested on my butt, before I leaned in, crushing my lips against his. He kissed me hungrily, his hands roaming my body. I kissed him with the same force, running my hands through his messy hair. He bit my lower lip, before running his tongue over it, I parted my lips, as his tongue invaded my mouth. Heat pooled inside of me as he dominated my mouth. I felt his growing member underneath me, dangerously close to my core. My core ached for him, as he started leaving soft kisses on my jaw, moving towards my neck. His nipped at areas of my flesh. A breathy moan escaped my mouth as his nipped and sucked at the spot where his mark should lay, feeling his canines graze my skin. I was becoming frustrated for some kind of release, I pushed my core into his manhood, earning a groan from him. I grounded myself onto him, as he gripped my waist tightly, groaning into my neck.

I stopped as I cupped my hands around his face, pecking his lips once more before climbing off him. I knew if we didn't stop now, it'd go too far. And this was not the environment. Not with Aidan who would be coming back soon.

I don't know what overcame me, I shouldn't be so easy to give in. Every time indulged in my mate, I got hurt. But I just couldn't stop myself. I was stupid.

He watched as I sat on Aidan's bed, a few feet away from him. He sat there, breathing heavily as his hard on looked confined against his sweat pants. "Sorry," I mumbled, I knew he probably wasn't comfortable. He smirked, "It's fine, I'll take care of it later." He said, his voice low and husky. My cheeks burned at the topic of him jerking off. My wolf invading my mind with images of our mate. "Don't do that," he threatened, his voice sounding strained. I looked at him confused, "I can smell your arousal." He said, his eyes turning black again. My cheeks were probably Scarlett red. I completely forgot he could smell when I was turned on. Well that's embarrassing. "Don't be embarrassed, little one. I just don't want to lose control with you, your scent makes me want to take you right here." He taunted, a smirk making its way on his face as he watched my cheeks redden once again. Why did he have to talk like that?

I looked away, as I thought about how dangerous it was to continue on like this. Vincent was every bad decision I could make, wrapped into one. I knew I'd most likely end up hurt again, but in a way, I just wanted one good thing right now. One escape to the nightmare that was going on right now. As selfish as that sounded. I wasn't the one who deserved an escape, it was Aidan.

"Stop overthinking things," Vincent said, interrupting my thoughts. "I can't help it," I mumbled, running my hand through my hair. I was a natural at overthinking. "Just focus on what feels right, don't let yourself play out different scenarios in your head." He said. He was right in a way, I shouldn't always assume the worst. But I've gotten used to being let down, my mind just prepares me for the worst case scenario I suppose.

I couldn't help but worry that I'd regret what happened with Vincent, that he'd hurt me again. But I needed some sort of comfort right now.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as Dr. Davids wheeled Aidan back into the room. I got off the bed, as he and the nurses placed him back into his, I couldn't do anything but watch the small, frail boy before me. My baby. He was so tired, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Dr. Davids turned to look at both Vincent and I, "Alpha, Luna, may we talk in the hall?" He asked quietly, trying not to disturb Aidan. We both nodded, following the doctor out of the room. My heart beat rapidly in my chest, anxiety flowing through my veins as I thought about what Dr. Davids might have to say. I glanced up at Vincent, who's jaw was clenched, his eyes void of emotion. I knew he was nervous too, even if you couldn't easily see it on his face.

Once outside, Dr. Davids turned to look at the both of us. "Unfortunately, we've gone through Aidan's scans and it seems his chemo is not working. We've run out options at this point, his body is too weak and his blood cell count is too low for anything else. We're preparing to take him into hospice tomorrow morning."

Hospice?