The Blind Alpha

Chapter Five

[Kat's P.O.V]

Flashback (a time when Kat was younger)-

Left" He sneers, and his fist connects with my 12-year-old jaw as I fail to comply. I covered my eyes, waiting for my senses to take hold.

"Use your goddamn senses, Kat," He says, and I leap, catching my father in my grasp. His growl vibrated through my chest, and I had never felt so much adrenaline at that moment. Time seemed to slow as I could feel his presence make every hair stand on my body. I was very aware of his fist flying just below my rib. With a twist, I advert his tactics and take him down. His large body crumbles, and I grin, pulling off my blindfold.

My father, however, was less than impressed. "Get cleaned up," He grunts before heading back inside. He was leaving me with a throbbing jaw and an ache in my heart. A pain that I could never surpass.

[Back to Kat's P.O.V]

Everything rushes back, and my heart beats heavily in my chest. The female lets out a blood-curling scream as warm crimson liquid bathes me from head to toe. I look in utter disbelief at the crumbled body of the male who had challenged me.

Another presence has my nostrils flaring, my predatory gaze scoping my surroundings. Familiar green eyes watch me, swirling with hidden emotions. I snarl, my wolf unnerved by my mate seeing what had just happened. I was too ashamed to face him, so I did the only thing I could think of. I walked away.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never escape my past. My father would always haunt me. The monster he had created will always prevail above the rest.

My thoughts run back to Elias. Oh, what he must think of me now.

I pull off the soiled clothes, and bile finds its way up my throat. Finally, I collapse in front of the toilet, my body emptying everything in my system. Images of the dead wolf flashed in my head. I had never ripped apart another wolf. The worst I had ever done was break a bone. Sure, that was gross, but this was different. I had lost my humanity for a split second, and now I would be haunted by it for a long time.

I ran the bath and allowed my body to fall into it, ignoring that I was still wearing my undergarments. I somehow find the scalding water soothing. My eyes stare forward, refusing to let the tears out, to hold it all inside. I couldn't scrub hard enough; the traces of what I had done burned into my skin. I allow my head to slip under the water, my eyes closing. Silence greeted me as I did so. The silence was so deafening that I never wanted to come back up. I didn't want reality to crash back in. The fact that I had just hurt someone, no, murdered them.

My lungs burned with the lack of oxygen, and my mind became foggy. My muscles finally relax into this state, and my body was content. I'm suddenly bursting through the surface, coughing up the water I had inhaled. My lungs sucked in as much air as they could intake.

"God damn it, breathe, Kat. BREATH," someone says. They cradle me into a warm chest. Tingles overwhelm me, and I'm shoving at the chest of the person holding me. Bright green eyes peer deeply into mine, the white centers sending chills down my body.

"What were you thinking?" Elias asks his arms surrounding my waist.

"Taking a bath. What do you think you're doing?" I ask, leaning against my knees for support.

"I could feel-my lungs-" He explains, but he can't seem to form the words. His eyebrows furrow before his face hardens.

"If you thought killing yourself would get my attention, it did," he says, folding his arms.

"I was taking a bath, Elias," I say, denying what I knew was obvious.

"Oh, and what, you just happened to slip under the surface and not come back up?" He accuses, his voice rising.

"You. don't. Know. me." I seethe. My voice was dangerously low.

"Oh, for the love of god, stop using that on me. I never once claimed that I knew you, Kat. I could feel you drowning. Stop being so f*****g selfish and admit you were trying to end your life. Is this about what happened earlier? Me saying I didn't want you? Grow up, Kat, this is childish." He says, his nostrils flaring with aggression.

"Oh yes, Elias, because everything's about you. Like I said before, I wasn't trying to kill myself. I just had too much to drink," I lie.

"There's still dew on the ground, Kat. I may be blind, but I'm not stupid. It's early as hell," he says, his eyebrows drawing together in thought.

"Some people find drinking to soothe the nerves," I say, pulling on a shirt.

"Some people? What about you?" He says, his voice low.

"Speaking of which, what are you doing in my house so early in the morning?" I demand, completely dodging the question.

His cheeks show a hint of pink, and I stare at him, baffled. "I was-. I was-" he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"I saw you following me," I say, crossing my arms.

"I had to see you. It's this damn mate bond," he says roughly.

"If you wanted to spend more time with me, you could have just asked. But you were the one that said you didn't want me," I tease before my posture turns rigid once more.

"You're so damn frustrating," he growls in annoyance, and I grin gleefully. But wait, why was I grinning? I hated him.

"Leave me alone," I say, turning away from him.

"I can't; that's the point, Kat. I can't stay away from you. The mate pull has been very demanding," he grumbles.

My jaw hardens. "So you didn't want to see me. It was just the mate pull," I clarify.

"Exactly," He answers, and my temper flares.

"Get the hell out of my house," I demand through gritted teeth.

"What?" He asks c*****g his head to the side as if he hadn't heard me correctly.

"Get. Out," I say, shoving his muscular body through the doorway.

"I just want to help you," he says lowly.