Outsider Series: Outsider Part 7

"Yes," I said as I finished the final st.i.tch on his the third claw mark.

It's... fairy dust."

"Fairy dust? Sounds kind of Peter Pan to me," I said starting on the fourth one.

"That was pixie dust," he said and tried to smile but it turned to a grimace.

I could see some color returning to his cheeks and his speech was getting better. His eyes didn't look fuzzy anymore. "Well, you'll have to remind me to thank the fairies because this stuff is working. You look like a new man."

He gave me a look. "Well, maybe not a new man," I conceded, "but you do look better," I said and shrugged my shoulders.

"Better's good," he said.

"Why did they do this?"

He huffed and said, "I was patrolling the woods when they snuck up on me, Travis and his dad, I was alone..." he looked at his wounds. "And you know the rest."

"Why were you patrolling the woods?" I asked.

"To keep people safe. Normally we go in pairs. Me and Bryce, Bentley and Chris, and Logan and Charlotte. But I got the bright idea to be the big shot Alpha and go out by myself. Look where it got me?" he said rhetorically.

"But why do this?" I asked. "They could have killed you."

"They did it to prove a point. That I don't deserve to be Alpha. Peter thinks that if he kills me he'll gain control of my pack. He's wrong. First, because my pack is too stubborn to follow him... and second because you're the rightful Alpha."

"Me? I know you said I have Alpha blood because of my dad but... I know nothing about being a s.h.i.+fter. I only found this out a couple of weeks ago. I'm no leader," I said.

"It's in your blood," he said.

"Really? Because I've had my blood tested and ALPHA never came back in the toxicology."

He tried to laugh and then winced.

"Sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have tried to make you laugh."

He sighed. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine in a couple of hours."

I clipped the final st.i.tch and sat back on my heels. "You're going to be okay?"

"Yes," he said. "I'll be back to normal in no time."

"Good," I said and hit him as hard as I could on his uninjured arm. I stood up and glared down at him. A few tears came cascading down. "Caeden Williams don't you dare do that again! And just so you know I can't stand the sight of blood."

"Sophie," he whispered and tried to grab my arm.

"Promise you'll never do it again," I said softly.

"I promise." he said and then whispered, "I'm sorry."

"You better be, Mister. I've been worried sick. I may have acted calm but I was far from it. I've never..." I paused. "...been so worried for another person... I thought I was going to lose you... I can't..." I said. I ducked my head shaking it back and forth.

His hand gently caressed my cheek and I realized that I had collapsed against the flower print couch. Silent, choking, sobs escaped my chest.

"I'm sorry, Sophie. I'm new at this... I haven't ever had someone... I mean, I know we're not together but..."

"Stop Caeden," I said. "I can feel it too. We're mates. We're supposed to be together. I can't deny it anymore. I want to be with you. When I thought you were..." I choked on the word, "dying, I thought I was dying too. I felt so helpless."

"You want to be with me?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "I have ever since I first saw you. I just... I didn't want to think it was because of some crazy wolf stuff. But... I know that my feelings would be there anyway... despite us being mates."

He smiled. "I want to kiss you now," he said.

I laughed. "You almost die and you want to kiss me."

He smiled even bigger. His white teeth glimmered in the dim lighting. "All the more reason," he said and finally, after months, pressed his lips against mine.

A fire consumed me, starting at my center and moving up. His lips devoured mine. I pressed my body as close to him as I could without hurting him. My fingers tangled in his hair.

Visions swam past me. One was of Caeden holding me, we were both crying, and I was covered in dirt and grime, my clothes torn. In the next one we were in the woods and Caeden was telling me that everything would be okay. Another was of me in a white dress walking down the aisle to a das.h.i.+ng Caeden. Then there was one of Caeden carrying me through the front door and into the bedroom of a tiny little cottage. And the last... in the last one my stomach was large and round and Caeden was touching my stomach with a look of wonder on his face.

Slowly, he pulled away from me.

"Did... did you see that?" I asked breathlessly.

He nodded his head, "Do you think... that was our future?"

"I think it was," I said and put my fingers to my still tingling lips. They felt warmer than the rest of my body.

"Wow," he said and settled back down against the cus.h.i.+ons.

"Yeah, wow," I echoed. I stood up and grabbed the blood soaked bandages and other a.s.sorted pieces of trash. "I'll be right back," I said. "Don't go anywhere."

He chuckled and then winced, "Don't worry. I'll be right here."

I threw away the trash and pulled off the surgical gloves and tossed them in too. Blood soaked my sweats.h.i.+rt so I took it off and tossed it into the trash, it was beyond saving. I puttered into my room and put on a long-sleeved black s.h.i.+rt over my cami.

"Are you okay?" I asked coming back into the living room. His naked chest stared me in the face and already I could see that his wounds were disappearing.

"I'm fine," he said and grimaced.

"Liar," I said and bent down to peer inside the trunk full of medical supplies. "How does Gram even have this thing?" I asked motioning to the trunk.

"We get injured, a lot. Most of the time we heal fast but bigger stuff takes some time, like broken bones, or this," he said pointing to the claw marks. The five lines were now completely closed, the st.i.tches I had just put in were gone, and an angry red.

"Well, is there any pain reliever in here? You can give me the tough, 'I can handle anything', Alpha spiel all you want," I said.

"Right there," he said pointing to a bottle of little white pills.

"How many?" I asked.

"Two," he said.

"Let me get you a gla.s.s of water," I said.

He took the pills from me and swallowed them without any water. I rolled my eyes. "I still won't be satisfied until you drink a whole gla.s.s of water. Don't you know you're never supposed to take any medicine without water?"

"Sophie," he said. "I'm tired."

"Oh no, Mister, you're not getting off that easy. You know, I kind of like this. It's empowering getting to boss you around like this."

I disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a full gla.s.s of water, "Cheers," I said and handed it to him.

He rolled his eyes, downed it all in one swallow and said, "Happy now?"

"Very," I replied.

I closed up the trunk and had to push it back into the closet. The thing was either entirely too heavy or else I was entirely too weak.

Caeden cleared his throat when I came back into the room.

"Yes?" I said.

"Will you lay with me? I just... I don't want to be by myself."

"Oh," I said and paused. "I guess so."

"Thanks," he said and blushed. He pulled the back cus.h.i.+ons off of the couch and scooted over to make room for me. I blushed and laid down beside him, careful not to jostle him, for fear of hurting him. He grabbed an extra blanket from off the back of the couch and draped it over us. His arms snaked around me and pulled me closer. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was lying next to a nearly naked Caeden. My cheeks flamed but in the dark room he couldn't see it.

I must have fallen asleep because the opening of the front door startled me. Somehow in my sleep I had turned to face Caeden. My face was pressed into his warm muscular chest and his arms held me close. He snored softly in my ear. He looked completely at ease in his sleep.

A light flicked on and Gram appeared. "Sophie," she said startled.

I realized the compromising position I was in and tried to pull away but Caeden's arms only tightened around me.

I gave Gram a sheepish look. "He didn't want to be alone," I defended.

"Uh-huh sure," she said. "So what happened? I just got your message and broke about seven traffic laws on my way here. But it looks like that was unnecessary."

"Gram," I said sternly, still trying to pull out of Caeden's arms. "He was dying. Travis' dad attacked him. He had five really deep cuts. I had to pour some kind of gold liquid into them, he said it was fairy dust, and then st.i.tch him up. I didn't think he was going to make it. At first he seemed fine and then all of a sudden he just... wasn't. I didn't know what to do."

She came over and removed the blanket that was covering us. Her breath hissed through her teeth. "Peter," she growled. She looked at Caeden and ran her fingers through his hair. "He's just a boy. How could Peter do this?" Her fingers trailed the red marks covering his side. Even in the dark I could see that they were slowly turning pink.

"This Peter sounds pretty evil to me," I whispered.

"He's a bad man," she said. "But murderer? I just... I guess I want to believe in the good of humanity too much." She paused and sat down in the arm chair. "Go on to bed, Sophie. I'll sit with him."

"No!" I said a bit too quickly. "I mean... I gave him some pain killers and he'll be out for a while. You need some sleep. I'll stay here."

She eyed his arms wrapped around me and stood. She shook her head. "I guess I'm going to have to get used to the fact that you're mates now. I can't keep you apart, and I wouldn't anyway, he's a good kid. It's just going to take some getting used to."

I gave her an apologetic glance. "I don't want to be away from him," I said.

"I know, sweetie." She said and patted my leg before covering us both up with the blanket. "It's only going to get worse now, the pull to be with him. It'll get so it's hard to fight it."

I looked at Caeden's face, so peaceful in his slumber, "I don't want to fight it. I want him."

"Get some sleep," she said and disappeared.

six.

Light streamed through the living room windows when I woke up. Dust motes swirled in the air like tiny orbs of rainbows. Despite sleeping on a narrow couch, next to a very large Caeden, I had never slept better. I knew that I would be content to spend the rest of my life in his arms. While he was still sleeping I reached out and traced first his eyebrows, then his nose, chin, and finally his perfect lips. His lips cracked a smile and he let out a happy sigh in his sleep.

"Caeden," I whispered and shook his arm. "Wake up."

"Hmm," he mumbled in his sleep.

"Wake up, sleepy head."

He cracked his eye open and upon seeing me broke out in a smile. "Hey," he said.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Never felt better," he said.

"Yeah right," I said and pulled back the blanket.

The cuts were no longer an angry red but a whitish color. Tentatively, I traced them.

"See, I've never been better. Unfortunately though, I am forever marred. An Alpha's attack leaves a scar... That is if it doesn't kill you."

"Lucky for you," I said running my fingers lightly down the scars. "I like scars. They add character."

He smiled and lightly kissed my nose.

"Lovebirds," Gram called from the kitchen. "Come get some breakfast."

We both laughed and Caeden unwound his arms from around me.

"Caeden," Gram said appearing in the doorway of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. "I found some of Garrett's old clothes. They're in the hall bathroom. I'm sure you'll want to take a shower to get rid of the blood."

"Thanks," he said and disappeared.

"I'm going to go get dressed," I said to Gram.

I spent a lot more time in picking out my clothes than I normally would but then scolded myself for being silly. Was I seriously going to dress differently for a guy? So, instead of the heather gray sweater dress I had pulled out, I put on jeans and a sweats.h.i.+rt. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and applied some lip gloss, my only concession. After all, if Caeden was my mate I should be able to wear a sack and he'd still think I looked good.

I must have taken a while to get ready because Caeden was already showered and sitting in the kitchen. His hair was wet and little droplets of water dripped onto the s.h.i.+rt he was wearing. Gram had found him some navy sweatpants, that were slightly too short, and a gray s.h.i.+rt that said NAVY on it. I smiled and he beamed back at me.