My skin could only sense warmth, but I was still at ease, confident, and, dare I say it, safe. My hand was resting on the arm that secured me to the bed as well as to the powerful body that was the source of my warmth and my source of comfort. The very act of embracing me drove the nightmares that had plagued me away. for a very long time. I had only ever experienced this feeling once before thanks to a hug, which I had been denied of my whole life.
Trust. strongly trusting in someone or something because you know they are trustworthy, true, capable, or strong. a terrifyingly lethal feeling that, with just one word, might endanger your life. Putting your confidence in someone might just as easily lead to death as it can to life. I tightened, turning like a stiff, immobile board. I held my breath as this unexpected understanding forced all the oxygen out of my lungs. This was not intended to occur.
His regular, slow breathing indicated to me that he was still sleeping and unconcerned with the outside world or with me. My hair was stirred by the still air's disruption, which also tickled and warmed my skin. In my haste to escape, I attempted to push his arm away from my body, but my muscles were still sluggish and frail from sleep. My abdomen moved beneath and away from his arm as I carefully made my way to the edge of the bed. He awakened up just as his arm let go of me and I was able to get out from beneath the covers. Suddenly, both of his arms encircled me tightly, pulling me back into his chest.
"No." He argued in a louder voice than normal and pressed his face against the back of my neck. Please remain. Please allow me to hold you for a little while longer as you unwind and go back to sleep. His voice pleaded with me, cried out to me as if he had been starving of my touch for days as if he were pleading for water. I was unable to move. Hearing his fervent cries to me, I couldn't bring myself to leave him. My body immediately began to relax once again as I returned to being in his arms. He squeezed my ear with his palm while exhaling a breath of relief.
I woke up once again, but this time I discovered that I was alone and a little cooler. The TV was on and at a low level, and voices silently filled the room. I could hear the sound of rushing water coming from behind the background noise. Even though the bathroom door was closed, steam was still escaping from the bottom of the door. I sprang out of bed and headed out of the room and into the corridor, seizing the opportunity to go. As I cautiously closed the door so that it wouldn't make a sound and notify Alpha of my departure, I turned around and faced it.
In the whole corridor, I could only hear myself sigh and the little click of the door. When I turned to face the stairs and saw the lone man resting against the wall, I was startled. Lucy gave me a little growl of rage while scrunching her face in an unattractive scowl. Her beautiful blue eyes sent a penetrating glance at me before turning to the door I was standing in front of. I refused to move and marched by her with a face devoid of expression. Her fingernails, which resembled claws, snagged my shoulder and penetrated my flesh. I spun around and shoved her hand away from me, grabbing it more firmly than was required.
"What?" I lashed out at her. I didn't want to talk to her.
"Something was discovered on the body." She sprang back and hurled a wadded-up piece of paper at me from her pocket. "Was addressed to you, I hope you enjoy it." She laughed as she prancingly tapped her heels on the hardwood floorboards as she moved down the hallway. I took the paper from the ground. Drops of blood could be seen on the edges of it, making my stomach turn, and my thoughts returned to that horrifying scene. I took extra care not to tear the paper when I unwound it.
Dear Megan, I noticed that you disregarded my previous letter. By not being me, Megan, you have brought this upon yourself. I will be coming to you since you haven't yet come to me. I'm coming to see you tomorrow night.
Before then, Master
He will arrive tonight since the little girl passed away last night. I turned around, opened the door, and entered the room again while feeling sick to my stomach. I put the message in front of me and reclined on the bed, gazing at the blood stains on the paper. Both the restroom door opening and Alpha screaming my name went unnoticed by me.
"Megan." He repeatedly said my name, but I didn't look away from the piece of paper in front of me. I heard the sound of rustling clothes and drawers opening. He walked up to me and sat on the other side of the letter, then he grabbed it. He walked through the words that were sprayed haphazardly on the paper as my eyes now remained fixedly fixed on the sheets.
When he was finished, he furiously tore it up before balling it back up. He rushed across the room and flung it into the garbage with force. He started to circle the room while pacing around the floor before returning to stand next to me. He lifted me up with a gentle grasp and sat back down with me on his lap. My hair was tucked behind my ear by his long fingers, and he then cradled my face on his chest with my ear on his heart. He gently rocked us with his body swaying back and forth.
"Everything will be fine," He scolded me, and I could feel the vibration of his chest under me. He rocked me while I sat there, telling me that everything would be well. I had other ideas.