Feel the same pain

FAEDRA’S POV.

Instant relief washed through me as I threw my hands over his neck and engulfed him in a warm embrace.

“What's wrong?.” Alanis asked as lines of worry formed in his head. I sank into his chair before dropping the keys into his hands.

“Please, the car, get it into the garage now! I don't want anyone seeing it out there.” I yelled, he said nothing, and he questioned me as soon as he received the keys. He walked out of the room while I headed for the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, glanced out from the window, saw him drive the car into the garage, locked it, and headed towards the house.

“You mind telling me what this is about?.” .

I pursed up my lips and squinted my eyebrows as I settled back into the chair. I ran my hands into my hair while I swallowed hard, not knowing what to do or say.

“I would never place pressure on you; if you wish to tell me what this is about, then fine; if you don't wish to, I will respect any decision of yours.” He added in again, and I nodded slowly. In response to his words, he was a perfect gentleman.

“I'm sorry, Alanis." I broke off, and the words slid off easily from my tongue on their own accord. I saw how hurt he was from the look in his eyes.

“It's okay; we are friends. I'll always be here for you. I hope you know that, right?.” He lifted my chin with his index finger and brushed my hair, tucking the strands that fell out behind my ears.

“I know, but I'm afraid you are in danger because of me; I should never have come. It's just that you were the first person that popped into my head when I found out I could not remain in that house; he intended to kill me, Alanis. I knew I had to escape; I couldn't spend a day more.”

“Calm down; no one is going to hurt you, at least not here... Talk to me; what's wrong?.” He asked, and I sank into his arms as he pulled closer to me, burying my face in his chest as I continued to sob. He remained silent and patted slowly, gently, with a rhythm against my head.

“I missed you; I'm sorry I treated you so badly; I was so foolish to have believed him; you were right all along; he wasn't who I thought he was; seven years, alanis; it took me seven years to find out.” I explained to Alanis, who still has his eyes against mine, that I pulled away, and he passed me tissues from the table.

"Now that you've had your time to cry, I gave you your safety and silence. Now tell me, what had that bastard done to you?.”

In this instant, the empathy and warmth in his eyes were gone; his blue orbs had a flex of anger in them, or was it my imagination? I was not so sure, if anything at all. He was angry.

I stood to my full length, sliding off the arms of my clothes as my dress fell to my feet, revealing my nakedness to him. I wasn't ashamed one bit. Alanis and I had gotten our fair share of sex; we had dated before we were lovers, before my parents asked me to be with Aries.

At first I kicked hard against it, but then I had always been a sucker for emotions; I just could not let my parents down, so I broke off the relationship and said not a word to him. But seven years later, he had not heard a word from me until this morning, when I called, and he picked it up in a heartbeat.

Seven years have passed since I broke his heart and left him to his ruin, yet the instant I reached out to him, he welcomed me with no questions. I had almost forgotten how well he treated me and what true love meant.

“He did this to you?.'' Alanis asked. He stood as well, matching my height; he was taller than I was and hovered over me. He traced his hands over to spots on my neck, my chest, down to my sides, above my breasts, my backs, and my laps.

Each trail his hand made, I shuddered from excitement; goosebumps rose all across my skin, and a warm tingling sensation flushed across some down to my toes.

Maybe it wasn't helping matters because I was in heat, but then I trusted Alanis way more than I trusted myself.

He pulled away, picked up my gown, and wrapped it around my body, tying the knots back in their place.

“How long?.” he asked again. His voice had grown from warm to cold; it sounded hoarse, and that was the issue with Alanis—the one thing even I had never been able to manage—the anger his wolf had.

“a month,“

“He had been hitting you for a bloody month?!.” Alanis screamed; his frustration knew no bounds.

He raised my chin once more, his face a few inches away from mine, and he felt the warmth of his breath directly against my lips.

“A month had passed since he hit you, and you waited till now to tell me?.” He asked again. His gaze was enchanting, enough that my wolf went haywire and fought hard to gain control of me.

“I'm sorry, I thought I could handle it... Maybe he would change.”

“change?! You should have known better, and I promised to stay out of your business, but I can't, not anymore. I see you are pregnant; is it his?" Alanis asked again. The warmth in his voice returned, and I nodded slowly,uncertain if I had made a wise choice.

“makes it even better,and now.. I'll break him, bone, by bone, no worries, he'll be alive. I don't want your child to see me as a murderer, but he'll beg for death, and he will see none. All this I shall do, but only if you allow.”

At the moment, I didn't know what got over me. I was angry, gloating, and boiling with annoyance. He had a child. He had a marriage, he was happy, and I was nothing but a money-making tool for him.

“He hurt me. I want him to feel the same pain, tripled.”