Confessions of a Killer

29 Meeting at 'The bar'

Damien:

"Don't leave me." She whispered, eyes closing as she goes limp in my arms. The faint buzz of our connection turning to a delicate hum just beneath the surface, like quiet busy signal of an old time phone off the hook without the annoying blips.

Holy hell if that's not a sucker punch to the gut.

I'd felt her unease, the panic of when she'd mistaken me for Killian. An unfortunate side affect of the knock out drug Mabes had given her. I'd seen a lot of my nightmares too when I'd had to use it, but that was a long time ago.

Setting her gently onto the rumpled linens, I splayed her limbs carefully, avoiding the raw looking handprint on her arm.

Mabel gave me a funny look when I crawled up next to her once again. I let a grin overtake my face, a sudden burst of jubilance saturating my being.

"What? She asked me not to leave." I raised a brow before turning my attention back to the woman in my arms. Even unconscious she snuggled closer to me. The sight of her shirtless raising another smile to my face, well, raising other things too, but necrophilia has never been my thing. I can wait.

Romans booming laugh echoed in the small hall. The unoccupied beds running the length of it reminding me of a 1950's war hospital. Just goes to show how long it's been since the Blood Moon pack updated their medical wing. Their technology is up to date, machines lined one wall, all turned off to save the electricity from the back up generator.

The man himself stood at the edge of the bed. My face split, matching the shit eating grin he's sporting as Mabel rummages around in the bag for who knows what.

"A damn lucky man Alpha."

I snorted. Roman never calls me Alpha, something we'd agreed upon when he became my official second in command. Though at times, like now, when there are witnesses he uses the title that never ceases to make me cringe. Screw tradition.

I latched further onto my mate, snuggling my nose into her neck laughing. "I know right?"

"Tsk. Damien, you'll upset her arm if you continue that." Mabel chastised. I peeked through Charlottes hair at her, wicked thoughts running through my head as I growled playfully. I pulled the sheet out from under me, covering her torso and peeking beneath with a grin. 'Mine.'

"I'm sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to hurt her." A small voice from the next bed over stated quietly. I lifted my gaze, settling on the Raven haired woman sitting upright in bed. Hands folded together tightly, head bent downward in shame. "I don't know what came over me."

"Charlotte is the one to apologize to if you apologize to anyone. Though, There is no shame in defending yourself." I stated just as quietly. Ember looked up surprised from her handiwork, hands pressed against the other side of Aries' face where a large lump had formed. Charlottes attack on her was just as brutal as the burn she received. Though the swelling and bruising had gone down significantly from Aries' face with Embers help.

No one else occupied the room. Jasper had left as soon as I'd laid Char down on the bed the first time, I'd distracted her enough for her not to notice his leaving, I think, well maybe enough so that she didn't feel it, or take it personally. The man is seriously becoming a pain in my ass.

"I don't know how to control it." Aries admitted solemnly.

Where the fuck is Jasper when you need him?

I sighed, glancing over at Roman who shrugged. He laid his large hand on Mabels shoulder, squeezing imperceptibly before moving to Aries bedside. Pulling a stool out from under the bed he took a seat, I laughed silently as the piece of furniture bowed marginally under his broad frame.