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#7: Eleanor

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Chapter 7- Unedited

The first thing I realized when I got up was that the bed is empty, again.

I sigh and roll out of bed heading to the bathroom; I wince when my muscles protest; I am still sore from last night's lovemaking with Kyle. He wasn't forgiving at all and although I loved being intimate with him, I couldn't help like feel like this was punishment sex, he hasn't been gentle and every time I wake up; he is always gone. Sometimes I don't even see him till late at night.

I must cut him some slack though, the man just lost his father a couple of days ago and although he acts like he doesn't care, I know he does and it's affecting him more than he is willing to admit. I just wish he could allow me to be there for him and let me in. This wall he was building between us wasn't helping.

I let out a sigh when I see my face in the mirror, although I feel thoroughly fucked, I'm void of the glow. Instead, I look pale and sickly. I don't want to admit it but dying, even though temporary, had taken its toll on my body. I am yet to fully recover.

I would do it again though if it means keeping everyone safe, I just hope Kyle could see things from my point of view.

I start the shower and step in, allowing the hot water to hit my sore shoulders. After showering, I dry myself and go back to our bedroom and find Kyle sitting there with a tray of food on the bed. Our eyes meet and hold for a while before I break the contact and move towards him, it's time to talk about our problems.

"I'm sorry," he sighed as I set next to him on the bed.

I take his hands in mine, "I'm sorry too for not telling you what I was doing but I'm not sorry for doing what I did" I need him to understand that I will fight for my people and him for as long as I am alive.

I see the muscle on his jaw tick and I know that he is trying to keep his temper at bay.

"I know," he conceded, "it's just been hard for me thinking about what could have happened to you and knowing that you would do it again given the chance is also driving me crazy.

"I know that and losing your father has been very hard for you but baby you need to talk to me about these things so we can get through them together," I said meaning every word, him shutting me out isn't help the both of us.

He pulls me in a hug and breaths me in, I then feel his shoulders tremble as a struggled sob wracks his body. My heart breaks for him. This is the man who has shown no weakness ever since the passing of his father and being betrayed by his pack members. I know Kate killing his father had shattered him. It takes a lot of strength for me not to cry with him, I just sit there and hold him tight promising him that I'm not going anywhere and will always be there for him.

After a while, he lifts his head from my shoulder, and I offer him the box of tissue from the nightstand. As he is cleaning himself up, I see that he doesn't even look at me. Knowing him, he probably feels embarrassed.

"Uh, let's not do that again," he says, smiling sheepishly at me. Typical men, always thinking it's a sign of weakness to show emotions.

"It's okay, you can be vulnerable with me anytime," I assured him.

"Yeah, doesn't mean it's fun," he insisted still not looking at me, "I have a reputation to protect,"

I roll my eyes, of course, that's all he's thinking about, "Don't worry I won't tell anyone"