Sybil's P.O.V.
I left his room and wandered to Allisha's bedroom for some clothing. I gasped when I was Kira sitting on the bed. She looked up at me and waved me in.
"I am not a modest human Sybil, come in." She said,
I did, but as I wandered over to the closet I couldn't help but ask questions.
"I– I know you all are not afraid of me, but I do apologize for my actions earlier." I said as I rummaged through the clothes.
"There is really no need for you to apologize. We all were like that when we weren't in control." She said,
I pulled out a pair of dark blue jean shorts that were ripped at the mid-upper thigh. The shirt was a simple blood red colored camisole. I decided to leave my hair down and just walk around without shoes for now. I sat down at the foot of the bed as Kira was at the headboard. The solid white covers were a welcomed surprise.
"Would you mind if I asked what you meant when you said you were human?" I asked.
A sad smile placed her lips, but she nodded before she answered.
"I am what some would call an immortal human. I am not like Allisha, a vampire. Instead, I can be on the very verge of death, but never truly die. I suppose the only two ways for myself to come to an end would be decapitation or if someone ripped my heart out of my chest." She said,
"Oh, I see. So you don't have regenerative properties like a vampire, so would that mean you would heal slowly like a human?" I asked her.
She nodded. She looked out at the window and I tilted my head curiously. Something was off with her. If you didn't know her at all you wouldn't notice, however being around her made me pay attention. She looked concerned.
"Is something wrong?" I asked her.
She seemed to be hesitating at her answer. I gently repeated myself and she sighed. I was afraid I had pried too far, but she told me nonetheless.
"Alex– Boa told Alex something that I fear may have set him off. He stormed off into the gardens awhile ago, and he hasn't come back yet. Boa may have spoken rashly and in his anger… called him a monster." She said,
Flashes of when I was in the pool earlier came into play. Was I a monster as well? I could have pulled Heath under and killed him in a slow agonizing death. This feeling I felt was one of incredible loneliness. Alexander doesn't deserve to feel that. No one does!
I stood up. Before I knew it I was running down the stairs. Flashes of that dream I had replayed in my mind as I ran. The wolf. The moon. That woman who was running away. That must have been Alexander chasing her in his wolf form.
Then it hit me. Oh god, he killed his mate. That was his tragedy. I burst outside into the pouring rain and looked frantically for Alex.
"Alex? Alex!" I yelled.
I didn't get a response, instead I heard this roar in agony. It rattled me to the core. It was so raw and primal. I couldn't tell if it was a beast in rage, or a wounded animal that was clawing onto the last bit of life it had.
I took off in a sprint towards the sound. I was out of breath by the time I got there, and what I saw made me stop in my tracks. Little drops of rain were sucked in between my lips as I panted. Alex was there standing over a broken marble statue that once stood tall. His back was turned to me, and I could only stare at his broad back.
I saw his arm covered in rain and blood. He must have hurt himself when he broke the statue. The rain was trying to wash away his blood, but it only covered the grass with the crimson liquid. My heart ached seeing him like this. I went to take a step towards him.
"Oh Alex…" I trailed off.
His head snapped towards me and I stopped. His eyes were this vibrant yellow in this heavy rain. His chest was rising and falling with every step as he stalked towards me. I didn't move. He stood over me as if I was his prey. His hand reached up and I felt his hand touch my face with his claws fully out. I sucked in a breath unsure what I should do. I calmed myself. My head slightly leaned into his touch.
I heard him gasp which made me look up at him. Rain poured between us, and I cupped his hand with mine as he touched my face. His hand dropped down to my throat where he grabbed my throat. I slightly winced, but didn't fight him.
"I could kill you right here, right now." He said slowly.
My pulse jumped as my mind processed his words. Images of him ripping my throat out played over in my mind. The picture of my blood mixing with his in the grass flashed.
"You could, but I know you Alexander." I whispered.
"She said that too. Y'know? I killed her too. I am a monster." He said in a stoic tone.
His eyes seemed far off as if he was here, but not really. I willed myself to draw out my own talons. I flexed my finger. Come on. Come on, damn it all! With a slight crack, they did. I reached up and grabbed Alexander's neck. He looked down at me in shock. My lip slightly quivered. I had to accept this. Myths were real. It was all real. The legends and the horror, it was all real. Admit the truth, Sybil. You can't tell him this if you don't really believe it.
"You are no more of a monster than I am. Will you tell me I am a monster? With you telling me that you are a monster, you doom me to believe that I am." I said with a shake.
A single tear fell from my eye and down my cheek. Hell, from the rain falling, one might not even notice it. He did. He noticed everything. His hand reached up from my throat and wiped it before it fell. I removed my own hand and placed it on his chest.
"Every time I am near you. I feel like I am betraying her, my mate. They say fate gives a wolf one mate for their entire life. With you, I feel maybe fate is giving me a second chance." He whispered.
I looked down at the ground. I am pathetic.
"Fate was nice enough to give you someone you didn't have to question if you loved them, or if they reciprocate your feelings. I was a shitty girlfriend to Trent, and Heath– God, where do I even begin?" I asked myself.
Alexander didn't even bat an eye at my words. He just placed his forehead on mine as I vented.
"And I feel like fate is trying to tear my heart into too many pieces." I whisper back at him.
He reached under my chin and made me look at him. His eyes locked with my own and I was lost in his gaze.
"I am not blind, Sybil. I see how you and Heath look at each other. We are not mere mortals. Monogamy isn't something that binds us. You are free to give your heart to any and everyone if you wish it. Just– Just as I take this step, and give you mine." He said.
Then, he kissed me.