Her secret mate

Pure blind rage

We spent a few hours like that, and I still had no idea what I could do help him. None of my attempts to wake him worked.

I tried talking with him but received no answer. Nothing I said seemed to break through the wall of shock that he was behind right now. Hell, I am pretty sure I could physically hit him, and he would still not react to me in any way.

At this point I was not sure if I could even do anything. With every passing second, I was getting more and more aggravated by the fact that he was not reacting to me in any way. Not only that, but my wolf was affected by the this. She wanted to help him in some way… to sooth the discomfort he and his wolf was feeling, but they weight of what he saw as his failure… it was not something I could help him with.

I held him like that for hours. My limbs wrapped around him as I gently caressed body, trying to give the best comfort for him I could. For his and my own comfort, but it was not working. Not the gentle strokes on his back, not the whispers of reassurance nor the body to body warmth.

I guess several hours passed, because my body started to ache and I could no longer see the sun outside my window.

The loud knock on the front door startled me. At first I tried to ignore it, hoping that the person on the other side of the door would take the message and leave, but the person on the other side of the door was determined to get our attention. With great regret I pulled back from Darcy, looking into his eyes, but they were still empty… still unresponsive and filled with so much anger that I only hope is not directed at me.

“I will be back… I will be gone for just a moment, to check who is at the door and then I will be back.”

With a soft kiss on his forehead, I rose to my feet. My hear was breaking with the sight of him looking so frozen… so broken…

It took a lot of willpower not to just give in and curl up back into his lap, but the knocking at the door got louder and louder, which indicated that the person doing the knocking was getting impatient and probably angry.

I rushed to the front door and when I ripped the doors open I was met angry looking Darcies father.

“WHERE IS HE?”

“Sorry what?”

I answered him confused as to why he was here and why the hell was he yelling at me. Sure, he never really liked me or really approved of me, but he never was this rude and cold towards me. Confused with he sudden change in his way of talking to me. The man that always treated me with respect at least, now was shouting at me as he showed me aside so he could walk inside.

“WHERE IS HE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?”

Even more confused I followed after him as he stormed into the study at which left Darcy in just a moment ago.

He went straight for Darcy as he fell to his knees right in front of him.

“Son…”

His voice was barely a whisper as he desperately clung to the younger man in front of him, with complete and utter horror as he realized that his beloved son was not responding to him.

“Son… Darcy…”

Despair filled his voice as he tried his best to wake the frozen man in front of him… just like me, he could not wake Darcy up and just like me he was not taking it well. The only difference between us was that he chose to direct his anger at me.

He jumped to his feet and turned to me.

“What did you do to him?”

“What I did to him? What are you talking about, I did not do anything.”

Anger…. Prue rage filled his eyes as he gripped my neck and showed me into the wall.

“Do not lie to me, you good for noting b***h. What did you do to my son?”

I wanted to scream, to answer him somehow, but the hand around my neck was so tight I could not take in enough air to say anything at all. Gasping for air I tried to grip his hands around my neck, tying my best to rip or scratch his hands away, but it was not working… he was to strong for me to pull him away and to enraged to feel or see anything.

“You did this to him, Oliver came to me… he was concerned that something was wrong with Darcy… and you were the only one he was interacting with… this is your fault…”

For a moment I was sure that I was going to die… I was sure that he was going to kill me. There was enough rage in his eyes right now to do just that.

As vision in my eyes started to blur and I was sure that I was about to die, the only thing behind the darkness in my eyes was Colins face. I am not sure how or why, but I was sure that once I die I will be with him. That thought gave me comfort.

The darkness at the corners of my vison got white dots and as I was about to lose consciousness the hand around my neck loosened and I felt myself being thrown at the nearest wall.

Pain shot through my body as I tried to take big enough breaths to fill my lungs with air, but it was not working. It feels like my lungs has stopped working at all, because no air was coming in.

“f*****g tell me why I should not kill you right now for this? Tell me why you did this to him? When he was so nice to you… he really cared about you…”