Get me out!

Nine

Rebecka POV: 

    "Why did you stop it?" Adams question brings me back to the present.

    "What?" I say and sit up on the bed. He raises his hand and puts my hair behind my ear. 

    "When you were supposed to shift for the first time. Why did you stop it?" 

    "I told you. It hurt too much, I just wanted it to stop. I fought against it and it did. It stopped." I look down at my hands. My cuticles are red and some are even bloody. 

    "Didn't you have anyone to explain to you what was happening?" I shake my head.

    "I was all alone. I've always been alone." 

    "You had Stella." He says and caresses my thigh.

    "What good did that do me when I didn't listen? I actually thought that I was crazy. I was so scared to listen to that voice in my head. Only psychos listen to the voice in their head. That day, four years ago, when I hurt that little girl. She was so scared of me. I felt like a real psycho. I can't believe I actually hurt them." Tears well up in my eyes and I feel Adams arm wrap around my body. I burry my face in the crook of his neck and cry. His scent fills my nose and calms down my stormy emotions. 

    "I'm so sorry." He says. 

    "It's not your fault." 

    "If I knew they still held you in here beacuse of that, I could have gotten you out of here." I raise my head and watch him confused. "That girl, she is a part of my pack. The old woman too. They are unharmed. I mean, sure she broke her leg but it was healed in a day. And the girls cut likewise. The girl was afraid of you beacuse she thought you were a rogue. Not beacuse of what you accidentaly did. They were conserned for you and they still are. We never found out what happened to the girl in the park. You just disappeared." He strokes his thumbs over my cheeks and wipes away the tears. 

    "They... they are okay?" I whisper and he nods. Relief washes over me and new tears escape my eyes.

    "Please stop crying, it hurts me to see you cry and Adrian is going crazy." 

    "Sorry... Is he angry at me?" I ask.

    "Who? Adrian? No, he is estatic that we finally found you. Why would he be angry at you?" 

    "Beacuse Stella isn't answering. And I think that it is my fault. If it were something I said or..." 

    "Rebecka he is not mad at you. Even if you wouldn't have Stella, if you were human and not a werewolf you would still be our mate. You would still mean the world to us. But you have Stella and he is happy beacuse that means he and Stella has a bond that makes us stronger. When we get you out of here we can go and run together. We can enjoy all the things that comes with being a werewolf together." He says and his eyes hold so much adoration, joy and love that my heart flutters. 

    "That means I have to shift then?" I bite my lip and feel a heavy feeling settling in my stomach. 

    "I will be there. Every step of the way I will be right there with you." 

    "It wont take the pain away." I say scared. 

    "No, it wont, but it only hurts the first times." 

    "That's what Stella said just a couple days ago." 

    "I can't still wrap my head around the fact that you've never shifted. Didn't your parents tell you that you that you were a werewolf?" 

    "I don't know who my parents are. I grew up in an orphanage and I left as soon as I could."  He takes my hands in his.

    "Why do you do that?" I look down at my thumbnail that now has a small drop of blood running down the side. He inspects all of my fingers with a frown.

    "Sorry. I do it without thinking. Mostly when I'm nervous or scared, and I am that quite often in here." I try to pull my hands away but he hold them in a firm grip.

    "I will try to make them finish the paperwork fast so I can take you out of here." He looks at me with determination and I give him a small smile. 

    "Tell me more about this mate thing. Stella said ones that there was one who was made for us. Is that you?" His beautiful chestnut eyes sparkle with happiness and he nods.

    "Yes, that would be me. The moon goddes creates a mate for each werewolf that exists. That mate is our soulmate, they are the reason we breath and the reason our hearts beat. Without them we are weaker, without them we find no real happiness in life. When we find them, everything comes into place. Like the last piece of the puzzle. We feel at peace." 

    "That sounds amazing." I say with a smile on my lips.

    "It is." 

    "I'm sorry, you must have been so disappointed with me when we first met." 

    "I still felt all those things. It hurt to see you so scared of me, and when you said that you didn't want to see me again. I thought my heart was going to break." 

    "It hurt me too. I didn't mean it. When Monica brought you to my room... It was so hard to controll Stella. I wanted you to go away so she could calm down. I had no idea why she acted like that and at the same time I just wanted you to hold me." His hold around me tightens and he brushes his hand through my hair. 

    "I know you didn't mean it. If you really rejected me, I'm the one who would go crazy." 

    "Reject you?" He watches me carefully.

    "If one of the mates doesn't want the other he or she can reject the other. They break all the bonds they have with eachother. It hurts like hell, it is worst for the one who is being rejected. Allthough sometimes they get a second-chance mate." 

    "Did you ever think about rejecting me?" I ask and I'm suddenly so nervous to hear his answer that I can't look at him. He takes my hands to stop me from scratching on my cuticles. One of his hands go up to my face. His fingers reach around to my neck and his thumb pushes under my chin and makes me look at him. Anger, determination, love and lust dance around in his eyes. 

    "Never."