LEWIS’S POINT OF VIEW
“If I would just leave…” My mate’s voice sounded broken. Leo whimpered hearing her say that.
I stared at the side of her face, and I realized she was serious about possibly leaving. It felt like I was breaking inside. For a moment it felt like time stopped, if she really thought of leaving then she can think again. I will not let my mate go even if she wanted to leave herself. I didn’t want to be controlling especially with my Kitten, but I was sure if she left I would die. I simply could not live without her knowing what it felt to love and loved now.
“We can’t let her leave.”
“I know.”
“What do we do?”
“I don’t know. If we force her to stay it might drive her further away.”
Leo whimpered some more. I could feel how scared he was. How scared I was at the possibility of losing her. That she actually considered leaving me willingly.
“You are not leaving!” I said probably more forcefully than I meant to.
I took a deep breath to try to calm myself. This was not a time for an argument, I needed to be careful I couldn’t let her feel trapped, but she needed to know how much she meant to everyone, the pack, to me.
“I think we should all go rest or whatever,” I told everyone in the room.
Everyone got up slowly, double-checking how Jess was, over their shoulders as they left my office. Then Jess tried to stand up, before she could even straighten her legs I pulled her back to me.
“You are not going anywhere,” I told her grinning at her.
She looked shocked at me for a moment, and I realized she really did want to leave because she thought it would be safer. I hugged her more, and buried my face in her neck, and breathed in her scent to help me calm down. I felt a couple of tears go down my face; I steadied my breathing when she finally hugged me back. I knew she was breathing in my scent too.
I don’t know how long we stayed there like that but when I looked out the window it was dark. I saw that Jess had fallen asleep; I guess she was emotionally exhausted. I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom and laid her on the bed. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead.
Leaving her to rest, I left the room and locked it from the outside. I knew she can unlock it from the inside but this way I knew at least no one could get in and disturb her.
I walked downstairs and to the kitchen and I found everyone was just sitting around the kitchen island. Looking very sombre like someone had died. I sat down silently.
“How is she?” asked Layla.
“She’s resting right now. I locked the door so no one can go in, but she’ll still be able to go out if she wishes.” I tell them.
“Here you go, sweetie.” My mum said pushing towards me a cup of hot chocolate, with cream and mini marshmallows.
“Thanks, mum. But you know I’m not a kid anymore.” I say smiling. Whenever something upsetting happened or traumatic, or even if we just needed a little cheering up. Mum would always make the best hot chocolate.
“Fine, I’ll take it back then.” She said reaching for my cup.
“No!” I said wrapping my hands around the warm mug and almost hugging it close. Everyone laughed even I did.
“What are we going to do Boss?” Kane asked.
“We can’t let her leave,” Angelo said.
“She’s family now. She won’t, I know she won’t.” Said Layla, rubbing her small baby bump. I looked over at Peter, wanting to know what he thought.
"Princess, I’ve known Jess longer and as kids, if there was something scary that happened or if it became too much, she did tend to try to hide away or run away,” Peter said not looking at anyone just studying his own cup.
We sat in silence for a bit not knowing what to do or say again. We just sat and drank our hot chocolates. My mum came up to me and gave me a side hug and my dad clapped my back both saying things like “We’ll figure it out” or “Not to worry too much.” And that “Jess will calm down in the morning. Just give her time.” I smiled at them trying to make me feel better. I couldn’t help but feel I have lost her already, if she wanted to leave what was stopping her really.