Melissa
"Look what your sister made me do," Cahill says quietly, with the storm in his ocean blue eyes disappearing, and replacing itself with so much sadness, longing, and hurt, that it seems incredulous that someone's eyes can contain so much emotion in them.
He's hurting so much, chose to take out his pain and into causing damage, over the heartbreak he's suffering.
"Genova Brewer, sweet like a Tuscany wine, yet poisonous like a scorpion's sting," he adds, with his hot breath fanning directly into my face.
His breath smells of alcohol, and I can tell he's had several bottles of liquor to push the pain away, but it still doesn't help, judging from the way he's destroyed things here.
Werewolves have a high tolerance for alcohol. We can consume twenty bottles of liquor only to be tipsy. And Alpha Cahill seems drunk, which means he's had more than a few bottles to drink.
He doesn't take his hands away from the wall, with me still trapped in between them. He's watching me in silence, and for a moment he seems different from the man who I had seen smashing things a few minutes ago.
"Your sister is one skinny bitch who took it upon herself to shatter my heart. Fucking knew that she's the first woman I've ever loved," he adds, then sniffs with his eyes growing glassy with tears.
And I can feel my breath getting hitched up in my throat. Cahill seems hurt to the bone, he's having a hard time dealing with the fact that Genova left him.
It's like he cannot hold it within him any longer and lashes his anger out at things to make the pain go anyway, but all of that seems futile. One doesn't get over a heartbreak within the space of twenty hours. It takes months, or probably even years to heal.
"Images of her getting fucked by Jack Snyder keep flashing through my head, tormenting the shit out of me. And it feels so fucked up that I cannot put an end to this suffering no matter how much I've tried," his voice contains so much pain.
"she fucking knew how much I loved her. And chose to put a pretty fucking facade on her stupid gorgeous face, and was deceitful. Her heart belonged to another, and I am just fucking realizing I've been fooled all along. Your sister used me," he concludes breathlessly, slamming his fist into the wall behind me.
I flinch because I heard the sound of a fist cracking.
Words are completely dead in my throat, there's nothing I can say or do at this point. Cahill is completely broken, he looks different from the powerful Alpha who I was with on yesterday's evening.
Right now, he looks like a troubled child who needs love, care, and attention. One who needs taming. Sadly the only person who can make him feel alright is the one who's hurt him like this.
I am hurting too, I doubt I'll ever get over Brandon because he's as well my first love aside from being my mate. Genova not only hurt Cahill but also me, her younger sister. Her running away has put an end to the future I and Brandon have planned all along.
"Your sister is a bitch, and you're another bitch who's taken the place of her sister, married me because you don't want me to hurt your shitty ass family," he pokes on my head like I am a mannequin because I am so small compared to him. Picture a fragile-looking stray dog trapped under a wild lion.
Cahill finally takes his hands off the wall, then grabs another liquor bottle, and drains it within seconds, before slamming it behind the stack that is scanty from wine bottles.
"When I find Genova, I'll make her pay..." he painstakingly states as he walks on the pieces of glasses on the floor, injuring himself and making everywhere bloody.
How can he pay less attention to the fact that he's injuring himself like this? It feels insane that he pays no care to his body.
"You're hurting yourself, please stop this madness." My voice is audible when I let it out, and I am still panting. This is the first statement I've made ever since I came here. And Cahill doesn't utter any word, doesn't even care that I pointed out the obvious.
"Do you forget I heal within seconds?" He sidesteps the bottles and shows me his feet which are completely healed, with no trace of his blood.
And I gulp because unlike him, it takes several minutes before I can heal the bruises and hours when the cut is deep.
He's abusing the privilege he has, by deliberately injuring himself because he's aware he heals very fast, unlike an average wolf.
"I feel pain for a few seconds, then it goes away. Dammit! I want it to last for as long as possible. Pain renders help to my lethargy.
"Still, it doesn't mean you should cause yourself so much pain," I say, still glued to the spot where I am standing. My legs don't even move when I try to move away, they betray me by staying this way.
"Pain is the only thing which is soothing right now. What I feel in my heart is worse than pain, dammit!" Cahill slams his fist hard into a nearby wall, making me flinch.
I've never seen anyone who sobers up then get enraged within seconds. Cahill is hot and cold and acts like he's being controlled with a remote. One moment he's furious, slamming his fists into the wall, destroying expensive things. And the next moment, he's as calm as a saint.
Right now, he's continually slamming his fists against the wall, as if he pictures the walk to be Jack Snyder's face.
"Stop, please," I implore, walking towards him with my heart in my throat because he's hurting himself too much over my sister. No one deserves to suffer like this, no one. Not even him, even though he seems to be ruthless.
"Please just stop, you don't have to be like this. Because it changes nothing. You have to calm down, Alpha Cahill," I say these words carefully because being around him is dangerous. It feels like I'm stepping into quicksand whenever I talk to him. Like I'm walking on eggshells and have no idea if my words will calm him down or piss him off even more.
"Now will you shut your fucking gob?" He yells at me, suddenly getting furious again. "You don't have to act as you care. Your sorry ass shit of a self has a hand in this. I am supposed to be inside your sister, with her long legs wrapped around my butt while I pleasure her and enjoy the warm wet walls of her pussy."
I blink, horrified that he's talking to me this way. He's so mad, yet makes use of vulgar words. Talking about my elder sister like this in front of me. With no iota of decency or respect.
"I should've had Genova right here, pressed her against the wall, with my dick seeking entrance into her Honeypot, until it cannot go further any longer, and stops at her womb," Cahill continues, staring at me with distaste.
"But it's you who's here, the fucking youngest Brewer sibling who has the body build of a child. I cannot even touch you when it's my fucking wedding night. I cannot fuck my supposed Luna's younger sister, without thinking about the said fucking Genova!" He thunders, making me flinch in fear and disgust.
These words slice deep through me because it's me who he's now blaming and shading insults when I have no hand in this. Forgetting the fact that my mother and brothers begged me into doing this.
He's not the only one who is hurt here. He cannot be with the love of his life, same as me too. Genova put the both of us in this position, not like any of this is my fault. I am way too innocent to be dragged into this.
He might be a very powerful man, but I have to speak my mind. He has no right to talk to me this way. I have blood running through my veins too. Again, he's not the only one who's hurting. Unlike him, I didn't choose to lash out my anger like this. It's all bottled up inside of me, and I can do nothing but shade tears.
"None of this is my fault," I rub the side of my arm and look away from his blue eyes that are like a halo because now is the dead of the night. "I have a mate. Someone that I love, and I have left him to be with you. When I'd rather be anywhere than here, rather be anywhere than next to you. You can send me back to my family tonight, and put an end to all of this.." I barely finish before he interrupts me with a raise of the hand, ordering for my silence immediately.
"Do you want to die, Mathilda?" He questions, dangerously low, with his eyes narrowing in their sockets as if he just spotted something malicious.
Curling my fingers into a hard tight fist, I fight against the urge to shed tears.
"You don't want me here, but you wouldn't let me go, why?" I raise my fisted hand up to my heart as I stare at the face of Cahill who has his penetrating gaze fixated on me.
"Someone has to suffer for the Brewer family to not face a cruel judgment from me. Or I'll wipe out the entire family," he states matter of factly. "And I am not done with Genova. I will find her, and lord helps if I don't kill her." He concludes breathlessly, with his broad shoulders rising and falling, stares at me blankly, then does the unexpected by losing his balance and falling over the floor.
"No!" I yell, running toward where he's on the floor, and I can see that he's unconscious.
I am too scared to touch him, because he's unpredictable. He might wake up and slam me against a nearby wall, or wring my neck if possible.
Alpha Cahill is so many things. And I wouldn't have known if it weren't for Genova who ditched her wedding with him.
"Alpha Cahill?" I call out softly, adding his title to his name because making use of his first name doesn't settle well with me, even though he's my husband.
I hold my finger an inch away from his nose to check if he's still breathing.
Thankfully he is, he probably passed out from too much intake of alcohol and tiredness. His body needed rest from the heartache and pain.
The door suddenly bursts open, and in comes Cahill's Beta, Simon, along with other men from the pack.
This has me wondering if they were outside, hearing everything, and chose to stay still because they didn't want to interrupt him, afraid he'd hurt or kill someone in the process. They know him too well already.
No one accuses me of what happened as they pick up Alpha Cahill's sleeping body over the floor, and take him to his chambers.
There's quite a commotion as they carry him because his body is so hard and big like a beast. None of them can measure up to him. He's no ordinary Alpha after all.
"You should go back to sleep, Luna," Simone tells me quietly. "I'll escort you to your chambers," he adds, watching me with eyes full of concern. He seems way too calm and collected, the exact opposite of Cahill.
"No," I interject, "you don't have to." With this, I leave and head back to my room.
I had a hard time falling asleep because my mind is racing with one too many thoughts.
Tomorrow is Monday and I have to head to school, which means I'll see Brandon one way or the other.
But then, I have to go on a bloody honeymoon with my husband.