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He walked into the pack house, still carrying me in his arms.
"I can get back to my room on my own," I told him, trying to come down, but he held me more firmly, stopping me.
"When I start something, I like to go through with it," he offered with a small smile. Something about the way he looked at me made me pity myself. I was a mess, in pain, yet tried to appear strong.
He kept walking, and when I thought he was going through the corridor that would lead to my room, he headed towards the stairs.
"No, not there," I said in a panicked voice. No one needed to tell me that Luna Paige's room was up there, and God knows I needed to stay away as far as possible from her.
"I know. But I can't let you keep living there," he continued up the stairs without losing a breath, as if I weighed nothing. Reaching the corridors, he continued walking left. "You are my mate and I have to provide you with the best of everything."
There he goes again, talking about mates. Isn't Luna Paige already his mate? I hate her, but this doesn't feel right. However, how am I supposed to bring it up when he just saved me?
"From now on, you will be using this room," he interrupted my thoughts, stopping in front of the door. He used his elbow to push down the door knob before gently kicking the door open with his leg.
We entered the room which was simple, yet eye-catching. Beige painted walls, gray curtains hiding fairly sized windows, a gray king-sized bed with adjoining bedside drawers, and at the center, a lush, crimson red carpet in the center, sitting on it, a coffee table.
To the side was a desk, chair and desktop. On the other side was a door. I was too distracted observing the room until he gently laid me down on the bed.
My head sank into the soft pillow as my back met with the firm mattress and I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding. I hadn't felt this luxury in a while. And the cotton bedding made it all the better.
"I'm glad you like it," Seth stated, looking amused.
"I-uh," I stuttered. Why do I keep embarrassing myself in front of him? Thank you. This is a very nice room. Are you sure I can stay here?"
"Of course. Only the best for you mate," he smiled gently.
There he goes with the mate thing again.
"You keep calling me your mate, but Luna Paige already said you are her mate," I stated. I wasn't into polygamy and even if I was, I wouldn't want to share anything or anyone with that woman.
'So you admit you will give it a chance otherwise?' my subconscious quipped, but I ignored it.
"You are in no position to worry about anyone but yourself," he stated, sitting beside me. The proximity made the situation feel intimate.
"But..."
"Shhh!" he placed a finger on my lips before I could finish.
"You have been through a lot, so I will let you rest for the night. I will send you a healer tomorrow," he said, getting up. "Don't bother yourself about anything else. Good night," he added, and with that he turned and left, closing the door on him.
I laid in silence. Despite the comfort of bed, and the soft night breeze whifting through the window, my body still felt sore, and I had so much to think about.
Tonight's fight, Gracie's betrayal and her death. The concept of werewolves being real and witnessing a transformation. But most especially this man right here.
My eyes started getting droopy and my body felt more relaxed, and before I knew it, I was floating in a world of nightmares.
*
"No please. He can't be dead. Dad can't be dead!" I wailed, cradling onto my father's cold, lifeless body. Whoever stabbed him was truly vile, striking right at his aorta, and in a matter of seconds, he had lost too much blood that CPR was of no use.
"Over there," Albert said, and right before I could react, two strong hands gripped me by the shoulders, pulling me up and away from my father just as the two medics rushed to him. But it was already too late.
"He is gone," one of the medics said to the two officers holding me as the other draped a white sheet over Dad.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but you will have to come to the station with us to answer a few questions," the officer on my right stated while the other said some words into his radio requesting backup.
I nodded in response to what the officer said, but in the next second, I was puzzled.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?" the officer on my left said, pulling out his handcuffs and skillfully cuffing my hands.
I was shocked and at a loss for words as they walked me out of the office. Someone killed my Dad. Why aren't they going after the murderer?
Outside, sirens wailed, red and blue lights flashed. The squeak of wheels as my father's body was being transported to the ambulance while I was being walked to the opposite direction.
The cold air hit my tear-stained face and I snapped out of it.
"Wait, what's going on?" I said in panic as one cop opened the car door and the other bent my head, trying to get me to enter.
My feet stood firmly on the ground.
"Ma'am, stop resisting," the cop was warning in a stern voice, when I heard a familiar voice call my name from behind and I yanked myself out of the cops' grasp and rushed towards him, more tears flowing down my face.
"Tanner!" with my arms bound behind my back, I could only slam my body into his, seeking warmth and comfort. "Tanner, Dad is dead," I cried to him, longing to feel his arms around me.
"Everly," Tanner's cold voice came just as his hands were on my shoulders. But he did the opposite of what I expected, pushing my body away from his until we were an arm's length from each other and I could see the look of hate and disgust on his face. "I can't believe you would do this to your own Dad."
*
I woke up to the sound of low murmurs coming from two people.
"Hey, keep it low before she wakes up," a voice murmured. "Why don't you go out? You have no reason to be here anyway," the voice added.
"I have been assigned as her assistant. I have every reason to be here, but last time I checked, you are no longer needed. You have healed her, so just leave already," the second voice argued.
"I am her first friend and I was the first person to be kind to her. I am sure she will be more than happy to see me," the first voice said smugly.
"Friend? Kindness you say?" the second person huffed. "Well, guess who else was a friend and was kind to her? Do you need me to tell you how it all ended up?"
"Well, I..." the first seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Huh! That's what I thought!" the second person said proudly, having gained the upper hand.
"You can't compare me to that b*tch..."
"Please, enough guys," I interrupted their banter, finally opening my eyes.
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