Kapitel 117: My sweet Alexander
Quinneth’s P.O.V.-
I pace back and forth across the marble floors by the doors of the pack house. My teeth chew vigorously on my finger nails. The only things that have been murdered are my nails and heart. I can’t believe Alexander went one on one with Sasha. I know that Alexander is strong, but Sasha is stronger.
The way he looked at me, like it was the last time he would ever see me again and I him. I know why he did it I just don’t support it. We haven’t really had that much time to flourish in our relationship and here he goes, trying to be the hero. On the couch sits Christian, his sister Skipper rests her head against his shoulder. By her is Aora who is on her phone, Zeta left us in the woods most likely to go help Alexander.
Mrs. Germani and the wives of the Beta and Gamma all stand by the wall conversating with each other. Katana is with her father in the backroom, most likely catching up. When they saw each other, they were so overjoyed?
He clutched onto Katana like she would disappear again, into thin air. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, worried about what’s going on out there and who will make it back. If Alexander dies I- I don’t know what I would do.
When I saw him come and rescue me my heart sored, I’ve never been so happy to see a person before. When I sent the message to channel him, I was under the impression it didn’t go through. Maybe there was bad brain reception, or since it was my first time it wouldn’t work.
He has to be ok; he needs to be ok.
“Quinneth honey come and sit down. All that pacing will only make it worse.” Alexander’s mother tells me while patting the seat next to her. Weirdly she’s rather calm, Alexander is her only child you would think she would be as scared as me.
“I can’t sit down, not until I know that he’s ok.” My voice starts to waiver. Scary thoughts invite themselves into my thoughts. Of Alexander laying on the ground, blood escaping his open wounds as his eyes lay wide open. Or him taking his last breath, scared of dying alone wishing me or his family and friends were there to hold him. To make him feel that everything will be ok.
“Alexander and the others are strong. They’ll be fine, trust me.” I hear Aora say as she looks up from her phone.
Outside I see the bushes rustling, whispers sound through the trees. It sounds like. . .someone is coming. I walk towards the glass doors, my hands drag across the glass in anticipation. Everyone turns towards the door, on the edge of their seats waiting to see if it’s true.
In a matter of few minutes, I see Mr. Germani comes out from behind a bunch of trees. He clutches at his sides, blood fills his body. Behind him comes Mr. Holt, some pack warriors and such.
“It’s my husband!” I hear Mrs. Germani say ecstatically. She leaves the rest of us inside the pack house waiting to see the rest of our loved one. She runs down the hill and wraps her arms tightly around his bodice. He winces under my tight hug; she lets go giving him some space. Her clean hands come to his wounds and helps him inside.
Skipper and Christian go to their father, while Aora and Mrs. Parbat go to Charles. Everyone revels in the happiness of their loved ones coming back, but where’s mine. Where is my loved one, my mate, the one I live and breathe for?
I walk through the sliding door walking aimlessly through the crowd of happy people. I come to the end of the hill, standing at the base of the forest, I wait. Wait for him to come through. . .to see that he made it through the dark times.
When leaving I told him that I loved him, I’ve never told anyone that before. Now, I regret it since It will probably be the first and last time, I told him that.
“What are you thinking?” Coming up from behind me is Skipper. Her shiny braces glisten under the moonlight.
“That he’s dead on the ground somewhere. He died because of me.” I don’t even let the tears leave my eyes; I don’t deserve it. Will or anyone else wouldn’t be in his situation if they never met me. Sasha wants me to resurrect the first power, me not anyone else.
“Quinneth you can’t blame yourself for this. Alexander stayed on his own, to fight for you. That’s what mates do for each other; they sacrifice.” I turn around to Skipper, sadness written all over my face.
“That’s the thing right there, sacrifice. He shouldn’t have to give his life up for me because of what I am. I didn’t even ask for this!” I find my voice raising higher as I talk. It doesn’t look like it’s affecting Skipper. “I’m going inside.” I trudge back up the steep hill.
As I turn around, I notice that everyone is already in the house. It's just me a skipper outside, well now just me she’s already inside. She walked so fast I didn’t even notice she was gone. Before I get close to the door, I hear someone behind me. Swiftly turning around, I see Zeta coming, holding Wills limp body in her arms. Coming up behind her is a beaten-up Alexander.
I feel air fills my lungs again, my heart starts to pump to its regular tune. And the glow comes back to my flushed cheeks. He’s here and alive right in front of me. His eyes connect with mine, they fill with love and pain.
I run full speed to him, my feet pump against the green grass. He opens his good arm out for me, waiting to embrace me fully. My arms wrap tightly around his wounded body, I kiss him on his cheek. Feeling content with this touch, his smell.
“I thought I never see you again.” I whisper in his ear.
“You kept me going Quinn. I imagined your face, hair and laugh and it kept me going.” He leans his head in my hair. We stay like that for what seemed like forever.
“Just sit on the toilet, I’ll bandage you up.” I tell Alexander.
Were currently in his bathroom, it’s very big and clean. This is the first time I’ve ever been in his bathroom, and his room. It’s very neat in here, minimalistic. I thought it would be dirty and socks everywhere, I was totally wrong.
I can hear him let out a painful groan as he sits down on the toilet. I grab the first aid kit from his cabinet and go over to him. While he stares off into space, I clean up the wounds on his forehead, they ooze out in blood. His winces under the touch of burning alcohol.
“Sorry honey.” I kiss the top of his head. His simmers down under my touch.
“It’s ok. You know I’ll just heal naturally you don’t have to do this.”
“But I want to. I owe it to you.” His takes my arm away from his forehead, and sits me on his lap. Our faces are closer than ever.
“What do you mean that you ‘owe it to me.’”
I let out a deep sigh, “You risked your life for me. I should be catering to your every need.” I keep cleaning his head.
“Quinneth. I love you; you don’t have to do anything special for me. I wanted to do it; you would have done the same for me if you were in my situation.” It is true, I would do whatever I could to make sure he’s safe and sound.
“Yeah, but you almost died. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“You would have been fine.” He pats me on the thigh and plants a small kiss on my lips.
“So, what happened out there with Sasha?” When he came in at first, he was really quiet.
“I- she’s dead.” I pause what I’m doing, shock comes through my body. She’s dead, really dead.
“Did you-”
“Yeah, I killed her.” My lip's part, I didn’t even know what to say at this point. All I do is hold him in my arms.
“You did what you had to do. She had it coming.” I coddle him in my arms, rocking us back and forth. Anyone in that situation would have done the same thing, I mean for gods sake she killed Will.
"I- I took a life Quinn." His voice starts to break. I hold him tighter to my chest.
"You had no choice. You had no choice." I keep repeating it over and over again. Not only trying to soothe him but me too. He's not a murder, but a hero.
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