A Weekend With The Alpha

Third POV

“Do not come after me,” she said and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She was angry. She hated him and he deserved it. He should have told her the truth, but he was afraid of how she would respond, of how she woul see him if she found out the truth. He feared losing her, and now he just did.

Nicole had twisted the entire story around and fed it to her, and now he was the villain in her book. He was the monster. The one she had to get away from to keep herself safe. He broke her trust, and that was on him. He should have come ou with the truth sooner. Then he would have had a much better chance at her reaction, but now she didn't want to see him. He did not worry about himself or what her absence would mean with the upcoming ritual, but he worried about her safety. Out there she was vulnerable because the same people responsible for her sister's death waited for her and she was falling right into their hands as they wanted.

“I have to go after her. I have to. She might hate me now, but soon she would know it's for the best.” He spoke aloud, halting his aimless pacing around the room.

He hurried to the door and opened it, and before him stood Ivan. “She knows," he said, and Aaron nodded, his hands trembling a little.

“Nicole got to her and fed her half the truth. Now she’s on the run, and I need to go after her,” he told him.

They didn't waste more time before racing out of the house together. He knew she told him to stay away, but that was the last thing she needed. She needed protection and safety, and she might hate him, but the pack estate would provide the highest safety she needed until the rebellion pack was no longer a threat.

He was happy he took Ivan along with him because Zera had had a head start and he couldn't tell where she was headed with how disoriented his mind was. With Ivan's guide and inner eyes, he told him the way to go and the turns to make. Soon he spotted the black Prado she had taken not so far away on the lonely road, heading down the bridge, and he sigh in relief.

The road was a lonely road with a few cars travelling thereon. From this distance, he could keep an eye on her without intervention and make sure that she was safe.

The words barely crossed his mind when a truck jumped through the other lane and rammed into the Prado jeep Zera drove, tossing her off the road.

“Not” he cried out, and his heart skipped in his chest as he watched the jeep somersault off the high road. He stayed froz that he almost lost control of the car watching what had just happened.

It was a mind-gripping and heart-stopping moment, realising what this meant.

He refused to think of anything negative despite having seen the force the car tumble off the road with. He stopped the c and got down from it, his heart racing to the point he feared it would explode and the only thing on his mind was Zera. He dashed off to the bottom of the bridge where Zera's car had somersaulted to. The accident did not draw any attention as the road was a lonely one and he was grateful for that.

He tore at the door of the now crushed car and tossed it away to get to Zera. Her head lay on the steering wheel and bloc trailed down the side of her face, dripping onto the car floor. He dragged a sharp breath at the heartbreaking sight of the unconscious Zera before him. The broken pieces of the windshield had pierced into her body. The sight broke his heart, a he blamed himself for pushing her to this point.

He feared that she was dead, and the very thought sent his mind into a hazy state that numbed him up.

Through his disoriented mind, he heard her faint heartbeat, which told her she was still alive, still holding on. He draggec shaky breath and carried her into his arms. Not knowing how long she had, but wanting to keep her around for as long as he could.

One hour later

“You should go home and get change out of those close. I'll stay here and watch over her” Ivan said as he stepped towarc Aaron, whose head was bowed and buried in his palms sitting in the hospital waiting room.

He brought Zera in and she was immediately taken into the ICU and placed on life support. The nurses asked him to stay back despite telling them he was her partner and didn't want to leave her. He wanted to do more; he needed to do more, but he had to sit and wait.

He had carried Zera into his arms and brought her to the hospital an hour, and his clothes were now soaked with her blood. The look on the faces of those who had seen him since he came in told him he looked terrible and terrifying. A mother had covered her daughter's face when he walked into the waiting room an hour ago and she took her leave immediately after that.

His head lifted, and he turned to Ivan, his eyes red and puffy from shedding so many tears. He looked lost and broken an Ivan couldn't pretend and say he understood what his brother was currently going through because he didn't.

“I can't leave her again.”

“You're not leaving her, you're leaving to get yourself out of this bloody shirt and get bathed.”

Despite Ivan's best attempts to assure him all was in safe hands, he couldn't take the step. “I can't leave her!” he said anc his tone told Ivan he wanted the topic dropped.

“Then I'll get you clothes, so you can bathe in the hospital bathroom,” Ivan said, turning to leave the waiting room.

“Call Damor, tell him to bring Zion,” Aaron spoke up and Ivan nodded before disappearing through the door.