Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Two
The next few days I spent them with Thane; he was still in coma. The healers had to extract all of the toxin the elders had passed into his bloodstream; only then would the healing process begin, and from their report, he was doing well, but he still had a few more days to recover.
I wiped his face with a wet towel; next, I gently brushed through his hair. I placed a kiss on his forehead and then his lips. I knew that when he awoke, things wouldn’t be like they used to. I returned back to my room to take a bath before joining him once again.
I couldn’t bear the solitude of my room; I always ended up breaking into tears.
I hadn’t realized I was sleeping until the sharp intake of breathe jolted me awake. Thane was awake.
The healers had said he would be down for a few more days, but he woke earlier than they had predicted; my heart pounded for the first time in excitement; I was so scared, I couldn’t lose
him too.
“Thane!” I cried out, running to him to embrace him, but his cold stare gave me a pause.
“I don’t feel it anymore.”
“You don’t feel what?” I questioned.
“I don’t feel Axel anymore.”
And that’s when it hit me–the bond. With the bond, he could tell that Axel was dead. The healers had advised me to keep Axel’s death from him for the first few days of his recovery, and I would only reveal it when he was better, but he already knew.
In a flash, Thane had me against the wall. “What happened to him, Riley?”
Hate.
That was all I could see in his eyes.
“Thane…”
“Where is he?” he growled at me.
“He… died.”
Thane, let me go, taking a step back. The loss broke him, and he visibly shook, his eyes switching from that usual color to pure black and back again.
“Thane,” I called, approaching him, and he turned to stare at me, his eyes now pure black; he
wasn’t in control.
“You did this.”
“No, I can explain. Hear me out.”
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Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Two
He pinned me back to the wall, claws digging into my skin. He was going to kill me. He was going to kill me, and I wouldn’t blame him.
“Alpha,” Daisy called in alarm; she was one of the chief healers.
“Stay away.” I warned her, Thane finally let me go; there was no sympathy in his eyes. He walked past Daisy and away from the healing room.
“Luna,” she called, walking to me.
“I am fine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, the concern clear in her eyes.
“Yes, I am.”
There were a lot of things I expected Thane to do to me. For the first, I expected that he would throw me down in the coldest part of the dungeons where I would most likely rot to death, or he could make it more fun by punishing me, but Thane did none of that.
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He went on with his work, drowning himself in pack affairs. Since he left the healing room, never spoke a word to me; more than once, he had walked past me like I didn’t even exist. I had tried talking to him more times than I could count; I was practically following him about, just to get a moment to explain, but he wouldn’t even look at me.
Days turned to weeks.
Thane never returned to our room; he slept elsewhere; sometimes I found him in his office in the middle of the night. For some reason, this was worse than the dungeons or any punishment. It was like I didn’t even exist to him anymore.
