Locked Away Lycan

Chapter 9

ELIJAH'S P.O.V.

"f**k!" I growl out as soon as I'm out of ear shot of my raging mate that's trying to break through the barred door. A hiss of pain escapes me where my shirt rubs across all the claw marks on my back and bite on my shoulder, she sure didn't hold back I can feel how deep the injures are and my shirt is quickly becoming drenched in blood that I can feel pouring down my back. I'm starting to wonder what the hell the goddess was thinking by giving Crystal another mate and just why it had to be me. Don't get me wrong, I am happy I'm blessed with a mate but I seriously wish Crystal was a little less wild.

Descending the stairs I spot Kyle hurriedly carrying a medical kit into the kitchen, sighing I follow him needing my own wounds treated. "Damn she has the sharpest set of claws I've ever saw, it's like she actually sharpens them the way you would sharpen a knife." Kyle states as he carefully takes his shirt off trying to not let it rub across his injuries. Looking down a frown covers his face at the deep puncture wounds in his chest. The injury is small but from the dept of it it'll take awhile to heal on it's own and there will be a chance of scarring.

Groaning I rip my shirt off since the back is already in tatters, at the movement my muscles painfully pull at the scratches causing even more blood to flow and sharp pain to shoot through me. Turning my head to the side I inspect my shoulder eyes widening at the damage. What I thought was just a simple bite wound is actually a giant chunk of ripped out flesh, the bite is so bad a part of bone is showing. My eyes go to my torn shirt on the floor and surprise surprise there's my missing chunk of flesh laying inside it, it's really bothering to see a small part of your body on the floor. Sighing I grab a bottle of alcohol that Kyle has taken out of the medical kit and placed on the kitchen island. Lycan bites are highly infectious due to whatever bacteria is in our mouths, so since it's such a deep bite it has to be disinfected so it won't set up infection before it has time to heal. Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the burning of the alcohol I take the cap off the alcohol and just pour half the bottle on the wound, my teeth grit at the searing pain of the liquid killing off all the bacteria. Leaning forward just a tad I blindly dump the rest of the contents of the bottle down my back holding back a growl as it comes in contact with the multiple claw marks. I swear if Crystal wasn't my mate I would have her ass put in one of my dungeons for harming me.

"Glad I grabbed the bottle of peroxide." Kyle smirks as he puts some on a sterile cloth then begins gently cleaning the puncture marks on his chest. I glare at him wishing the peroxide was actually alcohol and burn the s**t out of him.

Sifting through the medical box I pull out bandages and medical tape, luckily the biggest bandage is the perfect size for my shoulder. Before I put it on I rub some healing ointment on it that will not only increase healing spend but will also help prevent infection. Gently placing the bandage on my shoulder I hold it in place with one hand holding back the groan that wants to escape me while my other hand unrolls some of the medical tape. Biting it off with my teeth I clumsily tape the bandage in place using only one hand. Next I get a roll of gauze and wrap it around my bandaged shoulder as well as nearly my entire torso to cover what I can of the claw marks that are still bleeding silently cursing my mate in the process. "I expected resistance and fighting back but I sure can't say I expected her to inflict sever injuries on me." I sigh leaning against the kitchen island watching Kyle finish up his professional looking bandaging, the guy had to be some kind of doctor or medic in a previous life cause his medical work is always perfect.

Satisfied with his work he leans against a counter facing me with a serious expression. "She's building up a tolerance to those injections, you'll have to think of another way to calm her ass down."

I groan and rub a hand through my hair messing it up. "As much as I hate it I may have to put light sedatives in her food, not enough to make her drowsy but enough to lower her energy, and possibly replace the energy drainer injections with low dose tranquilizers."

Kyle chuckles and shakes his head at my suggestion. "How exactly do you plan on drugging her food without doing the same to your own food? She's smart enough to not just blindly accept food from you, most likely she won't go near anything she knows you've touched."

I smirk. "Well it's actual pretty easy, she's very fond of eating my kills that are in containers in the fridge, she literally eats the raw bloody meat everyday making me have to hunt every other day. I'll just put something in the meat, it'll obviously have to be a scentless drug." It's despicable to drug my own mate but she's a danger to everyone so it has to be done so I guarantee Kyle's safety since he's adamant on staying here. If it was just me and her here I wouldn't have to worry about her getting out of control cause I can easily deal with her but Kyle is weaker than her so she'd be able to kill him. A pure blood beta isn't a match for a crazed pure blood alpha.

Kyle sits down on a bar stool while I cross my arms over my chest wincing at the pain in my shoulder and back, both of us thinking about how much of a handful my mate is. Clearing his throat Kyle speaks. "The matter I needed to discuss with you is about the werewolf king." I groan that guy is annoying and will seriously become a pain in my ass. "He called asking why you suddenly took Crystal out of prison then tried to figure out if we had an special motive behind it. I told him we came up with an idea of a way to possibly rehabilitate her which isn't a complete lie." I nod giving Kyle a look of approval.

"He probably won't give up til he knows she has another mate, and even then there's a chance he will still want her but once she's fully mated he won't be able to have her."

Kyle nods in agreement. "We can't exactly announce her as being your mate til you mark each other and she's deemed as sane, the lycan and werewolf community would freak out in fear of their leader having a crazy murder as a mate."

I smirk. "Does this huge bite on my shoulder count as being marked." Kyle chuckles at this.

"Doesn't work that way, she has to have the intention of making you hers for the marking to work, if it was just as simple as biting we would all be marked by who knows how many beings just from trainings and fighting." I grimace at thought of if marking was actually just as simple as biting someone, a shudder of disgust goes through me as I imagine the possibility of being marked by someone or marking them. Noticing my reaction Kyle laughs making me give him a friendly glare trying to keep myself from smiling.

"If you have a mate somewhere out in the world I hope she's just a fraction as wild as mine. I would love to see how that marking and mating process would go." Kyle stops laughing and goes wide eyed.

"No offense but if I have a mate who is anything the least bit similar to yours I'm gonna run, f**k your mating laws, I'll gladly take jail time over having a mate that would maul me to death any chance she had."

I smirk. "Crystal may be one deadly lycan but she'll definitely keep me on my toes and there'll never be a dull day."

This makes him snort. "Yeah you'll have to be on your toes so you don't die and of course your days won't be dull cause you'll be busy chasing her around to keep her from killing someone."

We continue talking and joking about mating for who knows how long til a noise makes me freeze. Kyle is blabbing away as I try to hear what exactly the sound is, it's very faint so I strain my ears but still can't hear over all the talking. Eventually I get agitated and growl at Kyle to shut up. His mouth snaps shut at the warning and my tense posture, finally I'm able to pinpoint the sound that's coming from upstairs. My mate is whimpering and... crying? Kyle seems shocked as he hears this as well, the sobs are filled with so much sorrow it pierces anyone's soul. My lycan howls in need to get to her as he starts clawing in my mind wanting out, in a flash I bolt out of the kitchen dashing up the stairs to see what's wrong.

Stopping in front of the bars of my mate's room my heart sinks at the sight in front of me. The fierce violent lycan is curled up in a ball clutching her chest in pure agony. I've saw this happen to werewolves before, she's missing her first mate Jared that she only got to spend a short amount of time with, more than likely reliving her last moments with him, I was told by a survivor of that night exactly what happened and what she went through with Jared was enough to break the soul. Pulling out the remote to the bars I quickly push the button making the bars retract back into the wall above the doorway. Cautiously I slip into the room being quiet but not too quiet that she can't hear me approaching, the last thing I want to do is startle the broken woman in front of me. As I sit down on the bed she jumps a little, I mentally curse myself for unintentionally startling her, slowly she turns her head to look at me. A whimper threatens to leaves as her tear streaked face comes into view, her icy blue eyes that always have fire burning in them are now dead looking as her grief consumes her entire being. Not liking being seen in such a state she turns away from me, instinctively I wrap my arms around her pulling her small body to me. In this moment it's hard to imagine that she could ever be the least bit dangerous. Sad and docile is the polar extreme to her violent and angry personality. I'm surprised when she turns towards me and wraps her small arms around my waist clutching tightly onto my shirt.

We stay cuddled up til she's mostly done crying then I somehow manage to get her to open up to me just the slightest, just enough to give me a peek into her thoughts. Soon exhaustion takes over her from all the crying and mess of emotions, she falls asleep laying on my chest while having herself wrapped around me seeking out comfort from me. A smile creeps onto my face at how gentle and peaceful she looks right now as I watch her chest rise and fall with steady breathing. It doesn't take long til she slowly lulls me into what has to be the best rest of my entire life. There's nothing better than falling asleep cuddled up to your mate.