Xavier
Lacey's emerald orbs widened in panic as she stood up, backing away from Bryce. My wolf growled yet again. Why would she be so scared to see her brother? Even though I was still confused, I had to protect Lacey just incase. I was about to grab her tiny and and comfort her, trying to explain that Bryce meant no harm, and that she was safe. However, before I could do just that, Lacey bolted upstairs as soon as her eyes filled with tears.
My wolf whimpered, hating seeing our mate sad. I quickly stood up, knocking down the chair by instinct, following Lacey up the long staircase quickly so that I could comfort her, and ask why she was so scared.
I soon noticed Bryce following behind me nervously. I turned around, a loud growl emitting from my chest. I pushed him back with all of my strength, making him stumble. He had already made my beautiful mate sad enough, I didn't need him f*cking anything else up.
He seemed to get my message when he lifted his hands in surrender. I gnomes him, and continued to walk up stairs. Lacey's sweet scent became stronger, and I soon heard quiet sobs coming from the door that lead to our bathroom that she was currently in.
As soon as I heard her start crying even more, anger blurred my vision. For whatever reason Bryce made her so upset, he would for sure pay for it.
"Lacey? Baby, please let me in. I'm here princess, please don't cry." I said, leaning on the wooden door.
"Please, we can talk about it. No ones going to hurt you, I promise baby." I pleaded once again. Her sobs became quieter as I heard her search through the bathroom. What could she be doing? I begged for her to let me in, before smelling a different scent mixed with Lacey's normal sweet one.
It smelled metallic. Almost like... Blood.
Red dotted my vision as I busted down the door, hearing her whimper from the sudden harshness. And there, I came into sight with what I never thought I'd see, something I'd never want to see.
My little mate sitting down, tears cascading down her beautiful face while attempted to hide her bloody wrists and thighs, while pools of blood formed around her.
I rushed over to her side, my heart beat picking up more and more when I saw her eyes closing. The pack doctor was already on their way, while I desperately tried to stop the bleeding. I was useless. Completely, utterly useless.
Lacey was soon being rushed into the pack hospital, while I held her cold, lifeless hand. I had blinked back tears many times in the last hour. I had to be strong for her, I had to.
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It was now two days later, I was now currently sitting in an all-white hospital room, still holding Lacey's hand. Still waiting for her to wake up. I had dark bags around my eyes from not sleeping. She needed me, and I needed her.
Occasionally, members of the pack would come in, leaving their respects towards my little mate who was currently fighting for her life.
The pack doctor, Dr. Smith walked in. She started to examine Lacey's ripped up thighs and wrists, that we're currently being healed by stitches.
"Alpha Black, I'm letting you know that I'm not sure about how'll she'll heal. We've done everything we can, but her body couldn't handle it, because of her small size and weight. The blood loss was too much." She quickly rushed out.
"What are you trying to say?" I yelled, my fist flying towards the wall. I couldn't lose Lacey. I couldn't do it. There is no reason to live without her.
"I'm not s-sure how much time she'll have left, Alpha." Dr. Smith said, while more nurses came in to inspect my little mates health. After that I stayed silent, my hands in buried in my head while I let few tears escape from my eyes. My wolf was silent too, anxious and depressed preparing for what could come. I tear drop escaped from my eye, landing on Lacey's pale cheek. I then stood up, running a hand through my tousled hair.
All of a sudden, a gasp echoed through the room. My heart raced, as I looked over to Lacey desperately trying to get up out of the bed.
I rushed over to her side, pushing the nurses away, not caring how harsh I was. I needed to see her, I needed to touch her. I needed to know that she was okay and alive.
She quickly ripped her IVS out of her wrists, ignoring the yells coming from the angry yet shocked nurses and doctors that stood around the scene.
I pulled Lacey's tiny frame over to mine quickly, whimpering when her tiny nails started clawing at my chest, trying to get closer. She let out loud sobs, my heart clenching when I felt a few on my shoulder.
I cradled her small body to my larger frame, holding her because she was the only one I had left. I heard the nurse that was trying to get Lacey back in bed sigh in defeat, while everyone finally left leaving me and Lacey alone at last.
She looked up at me, sadness and fear flashing in her fear filled eyes.
"I'm sorry." My beautiful mate said, while gripping my shoulders tightly. I grabbed her chin, making her green orbs lock with my grey ones.
"Nothing is your fault baby, nothing. Don't ever think that, please." I said quietly, growling slightly when she started blaming herself. If it was anyone's fault, it would be mine.
I apologized to her repeatedly, her dismissing me and saying that it wasn't my fault each time while I held her in my arms.
I kissed her wrists, hips, tummy and thighs gently, hoping that my touch would help the burning on those areas each time we cleaned the fresh stitches.
Lacey had been silent, as I had been telling her soothing things and holding her at night. I would be there for her, I couldn't stand seeing her upset.
Just a few days later, Lacey was discharged from the hospital. She was still silent, not making a peep as I drove her home, her small hand in mine. She needed time, and I understood that.
Once we got home, it was around 11pm. I unpacked her things, while she laid on the bed staring at the dull ceiling. I constantly reminded her throughout the day that we could talk about it, and that I was here for her. I hugged her, even more than usual. Knowing that she was alive meant more than everything to me. And whatever she had to say, I'd listen.
"Do you want me to run a bath for you, baby?" I said soothingly. She nodded shyly, picking at her nails as she sat up on the bed. I nodded, then walked into our now clean bathroom. I filled up the large jacuzzi, adding bubbles.
I hesitantly lifted my little mate's body from the king sized bed, making sure not to hurt her. My wolf purred when I felt her rest her head on my chest.
I sat her on the counter carefully, cautiously removing the large hoodie of mine that she had been wearing, along with her leggings. I made no move to take off her bra and panties, and kept my eyes locked on her so I didn't intrude. Now wasn't the time to get excited, I didn't want to startle her. Lacey had been through enough in the past week.
I lifted her back up bridal style, placing her in the large tub as I started to run a soapy cloth up gently up her legs, tummy, shoulders, back, arms and chest. I made sure everything I was doing was okay with her, earning a shy smile and nod from her. My heart fluttered at the sight of her lips curving in the way I loved most.
I squirted some of my shampoo into my hands, running it through Lacey's thick locks. She leaned into my hands, a moan emitting from her lips at my touch. I tried to
calm my wolf down at the melodic sound, but it was hard.
After a while I lifted her out of the tub, dressing her in one of my t-shirts and boxers. However, still kept my eyes locked with hers, even though it was hard.
"Do you want to talk about what happened, Princess?" I said comfortingly when she curled her small frame up onto my chest. I found myself purring in contentment yet again, just at this simple gesture.
She stiffened, obviously uncomfortable as I brought up the sensitive topic.
"We don't have to, baby. Whenever you're ready is okay, I wa-" I began but was soon cut off by Lacey pressing her soft lips for mine. At first I was stiff, then started to move my lips with hers. She tasted incredible, and I craved more and more.
Her plump lips left mine, and she rested her forehead against mine while she caught her breath.
"Whenever you're ready, baby." I said, while she nervously bit her nails.
"After my father started abusing me, Bryce left me. He left me when I needed him most, Xavier. Bryce is strong. Much stronger than my father. He could've helped me, or at least called the police. I understand that he was upset from mama leaving, but I'm his little sister. I needed him so much, and I knew he needed me too. I promised to always love and support him through that hard time, and he did too. But he never did, Xavier. That's the thing. He never did anything of the things he said he would for me. Instead, he left the house constantly, like mama had. Once when he came back, I didn't even know his name from the harsh beatings I had gotten just the night before. I guess he was angered by that, he left. Just like everyone else. And I know I sound weak, and pathetic saying this, but I truly couldn't. If I could, trust me, I would've. But he left, he left and I'm so angry at him for that." Lacey choked out, a pained expression was expressed on her gorgeous features.
I held her as she started crying again, my heart clenching. I rocked her body back and forth gently, my heart race going down slightly when she started calming down. I whispered comforting words in her ear. Nothing was her fault, and she needs to know that.
I held her for about an hour, before laying her on the bed, gently. Bryce was going to get what he deserved. My fists clenched at the thought of his disgusting selfish, behaviour towards Lacey.
"Where are you going?" My mates sweet voice croaked out as I heard her sitting up.
"Bryce is going to get what he deserves." I responded gruffly. I soon felt Lacey's tiny fists pound against my back and her begging me to stop, but it was too late.
My wolf came out, right when black dots clouded my vision.
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-Corinne :)