Nickolas
“Wait! Please, let me explain!” I beg. Lexi still sat on the bed, her eyes refusing to leave my scar.
“You were the drunk wolf in the forest, you were the one who attacked me, who tried to rape me. That scar is proof that you were drunk! And that you lied to me for almost 4 years.” She states angrily.
A drunk wolf will not heal as long as they’re drunk; any wounds that are eventually healed will look like a humans wound. My scar healed the next morning, but left a long black gash.
“I know! And I’m not denying it! But you have to understand that I did it for you. I did it for us. You were finally getting used to me, I couldn’t just let you relapse again! I love you.”
“You don’t love me. Someone who loved me would have told me the truth as soon as they found out. I told you years ago how much that night affected me. What that night did to my trust. And you knew the entire time. I hate you.” Her words pierce my heart; I haven’t heard that from her in years, since the time we first met.
“Lexi, I love you. I’ll always love you, and you’ll always love me. And last night was proof that we love each other.” Her faces falls as I speak.
“Oh god. Oh my god. I had sex with the man who tried to rape me. I-I slept with you. I slept with you all these years, with the man who traumatized me. I gave my innocence to you. I fucking gave myself to you.” She starts crying hysterically and pulls the blankets to cover her body.
I try to hold her in attempt to relax her, but instead she keeps pushing away from me. She gets to the headboard before slapping me, and I stop. I kneel in front of her, on the bed, completely naked and in her view.
“I gave myself to you to. We love each other, and nothing you say can change that.”
“Last night was a mistake and lie.” She speaks coldly; her breath is shaky and she her tears keep falling.
“Last night was the best night of our lives, and our love was sincere; we’re mates, and I love you more than anything. I’m not asking you to forgive me yet, just listen to me.”
“Do you really think I’ll ever listen to you again? Or love you? I hate you. Get it? I. Hate. You. And I’m leaving.” With that she rolls off the bed with the blanket wrapped around her.
“Where are you going?” I follow her out.
“Home.”
“This is home.”
“My real home.”
“Which is?”
“Well you’re a liar just like my parents, Liam is already with Serenity, so I’m going to crash with Aaron.” She turns the front door knob.
I sprint and grab her, throwing her over my shoulder before carrying her upstairs. She thrashes around and curses at me.
“You’re not going anywhere! This is your home! This is your mansion, your room, your husband and your mate!
I drop her onto our bed and lock the door, standing guard in front of it.
“Let me go.” She orders.
“You’re not leaving this house.”
“Yes I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
She glares at me, before her eyes soften.
“I’m sorry.” She lowers her head. “You’re right. I can’t leave you.” Her voice is incredibly small and quiet.
“You can’t. And I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you.” I cautiously step closer to her, until I’m standing right in front of her. I wrap my arms around her bare shoulder and nuzzle her hair.
I crouch over from the pain; Lexi kneed me in my crotch before jamming her elbow into my spine and then kicking me repeatedly. I writhe in pain on the floor.
“Lexi!” I scream for her. Soft padding indicates she’s approaching me. Through the tears in my eyes I can see her holding a syringe. The tranquilizer beneath our bed.
“Lexi!!!”
“I hate you, Nickolas.” She sticks me in my arm and presses the liquid in me. The drugs immediately start taking effect as my head spins and my vision blurries.
“Lexi?” I don’t recognize my own voice. “I love you.”
“Good bye.”
“Nickolas.” A voice disturbs me.
“Nickolas! Wake up!” Shut up. It hurts.
“Nickolas! Where’s Lexi?” At that I shoot up, feeling the pain multiply.
Aaron kneels beside me.
“She’s not with you?”
“No, why, should she?”
“She said she was going to you.”
“Well she’s not. And she’s not with Liam either. No one at the village has seen her for a while.”
“A while? What time is it.?”
“8 in the morning.”
“8?” It’s not possible, we woke up around 8.
“Yeah, we haven’t seen either of you since you gave everyone the day off.”
“What day is it.” My heartbeat increases.
“Monday.” Fuck!
“She left yesterday! She drugged me! Start a search for Lexi through the village, I want every home checked!” I jump up and throw on a pair of boxers and shirt.
Lexi’s closet door is open a crack, and I slam it wide open….No. Her dresses and heels are still here, but all her casual clothes are gone. Her undergarments are gone. I check my closet to account for suitcases; two are missing.
“Fuck!” I shout and sprint downstairs. The garage. My car is here, and so are the rest. All are here, except the one I bought for Lexi.”
“No! No, no, no no!” Aaron follows me, confused, as I run back up to my room. The locked drawer of my desk is slightly open; her passport, I.D., wallet, checkbooks, credit cards, it’s all gone. Damn it.
“Check my bank accounts! I want a print out of every single transaction in the last 24 hours!” I order the still confused Aaron before running back out. In my car, I follow the faint car wheel tracks as far as I can still see them.
The tracks reach the exit of the territory, before they disappear into the main roads. This is where I have to turn back.
Nickolas?
What?
You need to see this.
I’m almost there.
I briefly pass the village to see if anyone saw her; no one did, before returning home.
“Aaron? What do you have?”
He silently hands me several loose sheets with my bank logo at the top of each. Five thousand dollars were withdrawn by check yesterday. That I can handle. But the next line nearly kills me.
Thousands of dollars have been spent on plane fares. I let out a low gasp. Aaron hands me a thick stack of papers; copies of the flights from the airlines. Mexico. Canada. Peru. Brazil. South Africa. Dubai. France. Spain. Russia. Australia. Countries on every continent. All for the same time. All with stops in between. All under Lexi’s name.
My heart drops. My wolf howls from not knowing where she is.
“She’s leaving a fake trail, for every country.” Aaron speaks sadly.
“Arrange the flights.” I go into my closet.
“Alpha?”
“You to.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You’re going with me. We’re going to each country. We’re going to find out which flights she actually took. And we’re coming back, once we find her.”
I don’t care how much time and money it costs me; I’m bringing my young mate home.
End