"How can I trust you? After what you've done!"
Beta Prince Waylon Kailea's counting down the days of his final semester at the Antum School for the supernatural. Serving in his alpha sister's shadow, Waylon finds himself utterly alone and patiently...
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AN: If you had problems loading this chapter it is because I published and totally forgot to add my usual edits like the song and shit. I'm so tired lol.
~Waylon~
"I'm going to put that salve on your wounds now, okay baby?"
Alexei asks and I just stare at the little pink bubbles floating alongside the rose petals in the bathtub. The soft lavender scent was comforting but not as comforting as the scent of my mate as he rubbed my back with the loofa, with my knees curled to my chest.
I didn't say anything.
I haven't spoken a word since Papa's funeral two weeks ago.
"How can I trust you? After everything you've done? I will never forgive you!"
The words bite back in my brain but my emotions are so numb that I feel nothing but a slight pinch. Alexei pulls at my arm and I let him take it, his gentle hands rubbing the healing cream into my wrists. The pale skin itself is still red and damaged from the frozen chains that Juniper imprisoned me with.
The woman whom I used to call my sister.
That day was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life. I was supposed to find my sweet Alexei waiting for me and enjoy first days as a true mated pain in perfect bliss. But instead it was the worst day of my life and every day I'm still breathing serves as a reminder that I've somehow managed to survive another day without my Papa.
"Try not to get them wet my love," Alexei adds as he finished the last of my wrist and I watch his lower lip tremble slightly.
Pain.
He's in so much pain.
"Um, the nurse is coming in about an hour to check on your feeding tube and see if you're talking again, but take your time. I know it must be so hard," He says and he used to kiss the top of my hand when he finished the bandages but today he just lets go. Picking up the medical supplies as quickly as possible before placing it on the sink.
"I'm just uh, I'll be outside if you need me," Alexei quickly excuses himself and I feel the pain getting stronger. I scratch the dead skin off one of the scrapes on my knee. My own heart now squeezing in my chest for a reason other than my grief.
But I'm sure Papa wouldn't want me to live like this. He wouldn't want me to hurt my mate and certainly not Alexei. Every muscle in my body felt tense and my own gloom got darker with his lost presence.
He's my only light at the end of the tunnel.
Getting out of the tub, I slowly dry myself off before stepping into our bedroom. A little disappointed that he wasn't there but I make due as I snatch up one of his hoodies from our closet. It's so big that it goes down to my knees, especially with the weight I've lost since I've been stuck in this loop.
