Chapter 135
Chapter 135
RHEA
I haven’t slept since then.
90%
+88
I don’t think I can any more. I feel the weight of his body against me, the heat of his body and the tight grip on my hair. It still lingers, the way I had been forced, the way he could’ve done things without even caring that I would not survive that. And he wouldn’t care, not at all. Not anymore.
And I have never seen a side to him that has ever scared me.
There was always a little part of my heart that kept me safe from him. I had some trust in him that he won’t ever harm me, that whatever he was doing was not intentional or that it was because of me, or it was for my own sake, but not this time.
There’s a knock on my door again and this time, Marcella doesn’t wait. She just walks in and looks at me as I lay in the bed and stare up at the ceiling. She brings in food with her.
“Thought you might need something to eat. You can’t go hungry, dear.”
I shake my head and refuse her.
“I’m not hungry,” I murmur.
Marcella stands there for a moment longer, watching me from across the room. I can feel her eyes on me, and I know she sees it.
“I didn’t ask if you were,” she says gently, placing the tray on the table beside me. “I just thought you might need it.”
I don’t respond.
Because if I open my mouth, I think I’ll start sobbing, and I won’t be able to stop.
The fear hasn’t left my chest.
Not yet.
Marcella moves closer and sits at the edge of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap like she always has.
Her voice is soft when she asks. “Did something happen?”
I don’t respond.
“Did he hurt you?”
I don’t respond again. I can’t. Because I don’t know where to answer.
What if Aron hears?
I shut my mouth and refuse to meet her gaze. Marcella doesn’t press me more.
“Get some sleep, Rhea. It will be okay,” she tells me, rubbing her hands on top of the sheets. “Eat if you’re hu aren’t, it’s alright.”
and if you
With that, she leaves the room. I stay there, against the headboard, my chest rising and dropping. I don’t even feel one bit safe here anymore. Especially knowing what power Aron has over me.
It doesn’t matter what I do, or where I run.
1/3
09:22 Tue, 22 Apr
Chapter 135
He’ll never let me go.
And there’s nothing that can change that, there is nothing that can stop him.
There’s nothing at all.
90%
The morning comes, the sky outside lightens, and some of it falls through the curtains. Some birds chirp, but most stay silent. I haven’t moved from the bed. I still sit there, still propped against the headboard, my eyes raw, the blanket clutched around me like a safety net.
The sun has not yet fully risen.
I think back to that moment I had left. I should’ve kept running. It was the only thing that could’ve saved me. If I hadn’t stopped, if I had just continued, Aron would’ve never found me.
But I did stop.
And now I’m here.
Stuck again.
Trapped in a place that smells like him. Where even the sheets feel like his grip.
I shut my eyes, but all I see is the way he looked at me before he left. That twisted expression of something–half heartbreak, half bloodlust. Like he couldn’t decide whether to beg or break me.
He didn’t choose either.
He chose to remind me what he is.
A monster.
The sun climbs higher, slow and golden, through the curtains. I stay still on the bed, not moving at all, until I hear it.
Voices coming from downstairs. It’s not just one voice, but there are several. They aren’t too loud, not shouting either, but too many for it to be just Aron and Marcella. My body tenses and I rise up from the bed.
Is someone here?
Is Cade here?
I waste no time to get up on my feet and walk toward the door. I open it slowly before stepping outside and near to the stairs where I can hear them even clearer.
I keep my footsteps silent, soft on the wood, as I inch closer to the edge of the stairs, my heart slamming against my ribs. My fingers wrap around the bannister, gripping it tight as I peer down into the living room from the top step.
There are too many boots on my floor.
Too many strangers in his house.
One I recognize–Kovas. Hearing him gives me some sort of relief. He’s very much alive and not ripped apart by Aron after he told me everything that Aron hid from me.
“It is too dangerous to go on a full war with them!” Someone exclaims. I’ve heard the voice before, but I can’t seem to point out who it is.
“Well, there’s nothing else we can do except to prepare ourselves for when they come.”
2/3
09.22 Tue, 22 Apr
Chapter 135
Who?
Are they attacking another pack?
90%
There aren’t any more left in the northern pack territories. Most packs here have been claimed by Aron. Though, it doesn’t mean that all wolves bend to his command. That will take some time. Loyalty isn’t that easy to gain, and Aron isn’t someone to win trust.
“There are going to be heavy casualties! It is the council we’re talking about. When was the last time they went to war with a pack? Centuries ago!”
I frown. What? The Council?
The dream.
Cade said he was coming for me, that he’d save me. I had assumed it was a mere fantasy, nothing real. Now, I realize that Cade was speaking directly to me.
There’s a silence for a moment before I hear Aron again. His voice is a little different than usual, the cold edge is there but there’s a bit more of something in them that I’ve never heard.
“There is no stopping them. They will come, and they’ll try to take back what is mine. So it is best to prepare for the incoming attack rather than waste our breath and panic like pups.” he snaps. “They’re already at their end with us, I can tell that from the fight in their eyes. That isn’t the way a man fights to survive or for a cause. That’s how a man fights for revenge.”
There’s a small pause.
“They want what we possess. They are threatened and they know that they can disappear into thin air if even a single strand goes in another’s hands.” There’s a shuffle of feet, boots hitting the ground as it reverberates. “And I’m not giving it back to anyone. We’ll fight them. They want war, so be it.”
Comment
Send gift
No Ads
AD
).
