All Chapters of Stuck Between The Alpha Brothers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ariana POVI was not in the mood to speak but somehow Diana always wanted to make things worse. It saddened me, drained me and keeps me from staying attuned to my iwn thoughts."That's not a very good answer." Diana followed me into my room. I was too pissed to tell her all that was hapening. I was even too embarrassed to say anything. I felt disgusted with my own body to even think of ptetemding byhat nothing had happened.."Fine. I don't want to talk about it." I brought out milk from the fridge, poured cereal on a poured some milk.i was ready to start crunching when Diana held my arm to stop me "I'm talking to you.""I just said I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about my whereabouts.""Are you and Damien still having issues? If yes, I would understand why you are reacting this way. " she said. "I understand how you feel.""You don't understand how I feel. All the times when I truly need you, you are either not there or something is always up with you.""I took yo

Ariana POV"My head hurts!" I breathed, holding my head with my warm hands. Diana rushed to my side immediately. Her eyes were swollen and red, and I could easily tell that she had been crying. I was surprised that sge was that worried about me."Oh, thank goodness. You are awake. With the hit you took,I wasn't sure you were going to be awake anytime soon."I sat up, wincing as my head continued to bang continuously. "I'm supposed to be dead. If I remember correctly, I was being stoned for being called a witch. I am innocent, by the way.""Nah, you are not dead, and I believe you. It was my fault for not coming sooner." She sniffed.⁰ "Hey, you fought for me. Everything that has happened to me is entirely my fault. I been so naive. With the club, the professor and now this." I remembered that I didn't just see her; I also saw Damien too, who fought off everyone just to get to me. That was the little i could notice before i passed out.There was a sharp pain in my abdomen and my arms

ArianaHe escaped with a sigh, "Come here," carrying me in his arms. For a moment, I thought he was going to take me to my room, but he took me to his place instead. He spoke to the guard about giving him some medical supplies."You have let me die, Damien. I'm tired of all this.""Yeah, I should have, considering you have managed to convince everyone that you are a witch. I would have given you a nice funeral." He put on a facade. He was avoiding my gaze. I didn't blame him because I was the one who has been in a pot of trouble lately. He has been saving me and I know just how tiring it can be. I hate that he just separates himself from me."I guessed I would have loved it on the other side.""I wasn't trying to be funny, Ariana. You have set yourself up as a walking meal, carrying an injury around when you know how werewolves behave. Dor fuck saje you are one. You have supposed to have healed by now."I winced as he applied some antiseptic to the injury. " Werewolves don't feed o

ArianaThe uncontrollable bleeding stopped.I was already scared that my end was near. Sleep was so close to me, magneting my eyes together. I didn't have trouble shifting into nightmares, even when I woke up screaming in the night. Damien, never left my sight. He was always there when I woke up and when I drifted back to sleep. We held little conversations but half of the time, I had him worried that things might get worse. I had to talk myself out of being cursed because there were some things I refused to understand. For a moment, I was safe in college, I didn't have to think about me being called a witch and finding a mate and a secret to protect. Or even being a little lamb for the big bad wolf to protect. Everything felt normal but I couldn't help my mind wandering thay far. I thought of myself being captured several times.They were so surreal that I didn't want to sleep any further. Closing my eyes posed a threat and a danger to myself. I was changing, I could see myself belo

DamienI think of the times where she was not here. Those horrible times where I have felt nothing but pain due to her absence. There was always a little fragment you remember her by, her essence was everywhere. It was difficult to turn a blind eye to them without wrapping yourself around a memory. I looked for her in places that she used to walk on, sit and chat with the set of friends she had. I thought of the ways to go in search of her, at first that was the case. I saw how she was doing at her new job, the little life she had created for herself. She wasn't happy enough because I could feel her emotions, the way she tore herself apart just to prove a point. I did not want to be a hindrance to her growth, to the little freedom she has. I was glad that I made it clear that I still wanted her close because I believed she would have wandered far more than I could reach. I didn't know how that felt when one was alive until I saw her back at the mansion because of the incident that h