Chapter 4 - My Savior

*********Coda's POV*******

I was woke up to the sound of sniffling and whimpers...

Wait wtf?

My senses began flooding back... starting with my taste as a metallic liquid pressed against my lips- slipping down and into my mouth.

It was blood.

Sweet blood.

Blood that actually tasted nice...

I gulped it down instinctively, my strength rebuilding and flowing back through my veins as I did so, before my eyes suddenly shot open after a few minutes, and I woke with a cold sweat trickling down my forehead.

The room was dark.

But I could make out that this wasn't my own room. It was far too small...

This was my mates cell...

Shit!

My mate!

The key!

"Fuck!" I curse, taking a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the swallowing darkness of the room, before I heard another whimper coming from the bathroom, grabbing my attention...

My sense of smell came crashing back to me as I inhale the scent of roses mixed with sweet blood...

Blood...

I immediately stand up, feeling a lot stronger now, as I rush to the door finding that it's already unlocked.

I press it open without hesitation, only to see my mate leaned over the bathroom sink, holding her gashing wrist as she tries to wash the flowing blood away with water hissing as she does so.

The blood was everywhere, all over the floors and counters, not to mention the current mess of the sink too.

Her eyes drooped over, tears flowing relentlessly from them as she tried her hardest to hold her head up- it seeming heavier than usual as it bobbled around in a dizzy state.

"What have you done?!" I ask, as the panic settles in at the sight before me.

She was now a ghostly white colour, her eyes full of fear as she struggles to find her regular breathing pattern.

In instinct of being her mate, I rush to her side, steadying her as she looks ready for collapsing.

She was losing a lot of blood...

Wait why was she even bleeding? I didn't drink from her? I passed out before I could...

"She cut herself in order to give us blood you imbecile!"

Cody barks at me in my mind. Allowing the reality of this whole situation to sink in...

She did that?

For me?

Wow.

But why?

"You can fucking ask questions later! Help her!"

Cody barks again, bringing me back to the reality as I move her to sit on the toilet seat.

I grab the nearest towel, holding it onto the wound, before I open her small bathroom cabinet, grabbing a small oil like bottle from the back...

A bottle that she probably would never think of using since she probably doesn't even know what it's for.

I always kept one in here incase of emergency...

I rip a piece of fabric from the bottom of my top effortlessly, before removing the now red stained towel from the wound...

She hisses at the movement, before I grab her wrist, ignoring the tingling sensation that shoots through my arm as I do so, before I pour the tiniest drop of liquid onto her gash.

I watch as the oil begins to repair her broken skin, acting as a healing solution for werewolves-

The oldest trick in the book- honey mixed with aloe vera and rose extract.

These ingredients react well to wolves blood and helps to stop heavy bleeding and to relieve pain whilst a wolf is healing...

I watch as she stares down at her arm in amazement as the bleeding comes to a halt.

She continues to sniffle, beginning to return to her regular breathing pattern as I release a shaky sigh of relief.

I look around, taking in the current state of the bathroom which was now completely covered in blood before I head back in to the room in order to grab her some water...

As I switch the light on, my breath catches in my throat when seeing that her white bed sheets were now patched with large red dots along with a trail of her blood leading to the bathroom from the bed.

She must have lost so much blood there... just as well I had kept that healing mixture in the back of her bathroom cabinet incase of emergency!

I go over to the side of the bed to grab a water bottle for her, before noticing the cell room key laying on the floor-

Completely covered in her blood also...

Wait?

Was this what she used to cut her own arm?

I pick up the bloody key, before turning back with the bottle of water in hand.

I enter the small bathroom, seeing that she's in the exact same spot that I left her, still staring down at her healing wound.

"Drink this." I instruct, handing her the bottle of water which she takes immediately from me.

I watch her drink it, finishing it all within minutes, before I take the empty bottle from her.

She releases a sigh, closing her tired eyes over for a brief moment as she just takes the time to breathe.

I watch her intently, not knowing what to really say about this whole situation just yet...

She basically just saved my life.

She could have made a run for it.

But she never...

"Come with me." I suddenly state, watching her open her eyes to meet with my own for a brief second before I pick her up bridal style effortlessly.

I head out of the bathroom, and instead of putting her into her own blood filled bed, I unlock the door with one hand and exit her cell, locking it behind me so that nobody would see the mess that we had left behind...

I walk along the corridor, suddenly not caring about the guards, as I shoot the first one a hard glare... earning me a respectful nod as I pass...

They know better than to question me.

I take the elevator upstairs, thankful that most wolves are in their bedrooms at this time since it was now 2am.

I step out onto my floor, and walk past a second guard, glaring again and causing him to look away from me.

I look down at my mate, seeing that she keeps fighting to keep her eyes open but the drowsiness is pressuring her to close them back over again.

She is probably wondering where the fuck I'm taking her since she isn't used to going anywhere else around the house other than her cell.

I reach my bedroom, taking out another key and unlocking the door before kicking It open with my foot.

I step inside, heading straight over to my mini sofa that I have In here before sitting her down on it gently.

She doesn't fight me, she just accepts what I'm doing and watches me as I move around the room locking the door and going into my walk in closet.

I grab her a shirt, a pair of my new boxers and a pair of socks before heading back out to her.

"Lift your arms up." I instruct, watching her visibly gulp as she shakily lifts them above her head.

"I won't look anywhere else other than your face ok?" I state, as she nods nervously in response.

I begin to lift her blood stained shirt up and over her head, leaving her top half completely naked before me.

I don't move my eyes from hers however. I keep them glued to her face, showing her that I'm not looking to invade her privacy... though it is tempting since she is my mate after all.

I slip the other shirt over her head in an instant, covering her small body with the large fabric as she releases a breath.

"I'm going to change you into my boxers just for tonight ok? I won't look." I state next, keeping my eyes on her face yet again as I slip down her underwear before pulling on the boxer shorts.

Once I'm done, I slip the large socks onto her feet before I throw her clothes into my washing basket.

I pick her up yet again, this time carrying her over to my large king size bed, before pulling back the covers and tucking her in.

A sense of happiness washes over her face as she snuggles into the large plush covers.

Why did she have to be so fucking cute and nice! It makes it harder for me to play the whole 'bad boy kidnapper' act.

This is all the least I can do for her after she saved my life...

It would be selfish of me to make her sleep in that blood filled room in that blood stained bed for the night whilst I rested up here in my much comfier and clean room after she saved my life.

I grab a pillow from my side of the bed along with a small blanket, before I throw them on the floor- her watching me curiously.

"Y-You don't have to do that..." She says, almost sounding disappointed with my decision which startled me slightly...

Did she actually want me to share the bed with her for the night?

Usually she's scared to even look my way never mind wanting to share the same bed with me.

I've never done that before with anybody... not even that bitch.

I would always leave after giving her what she wanted or she would be the one to leave me behind- like earlier- in order to show off her new strength and power after draining me of my blood...

The thought of sharing a bed with her made me sick to my stomach... but the thought of sharing one with my mate made me actually feel happy- something I wasn't used to feeling often.

"Are you comfortable with me sleeping next to you?" I question, trying to sound a bit softer than usual when asking this.

She seems to think for a brief second, watching me carefully, as I stand there waiting... no sorry... hoping, for her to say yes.

She finally nods, offering me a shy smile, as I smile back unable to control myself.

She may not know why I brought her here or why I'm so mean to her most of the time... but I hope that one day she will understand and that I'll be able to make all of this shit up to her.

I just hope that when she finds out that we are mates... she will find it in her heart to accept me.

I climb in beside her, watching as she tenses from instinct before settling down again after a minute or so passed.

"Night baby girl." I state, almost feeling her blush as she turns away from me to face the other direction.

I'm probably confusing the hell out of her right now but it's been a long night for us both...

She's such a cute little thing. It breaks my heart to keep her here with me amongst so many dangerous rogues... me being one of them, although I would never intentionally hurt her.

But the biggest danger to her is the bitch that claims to be my adoptive "mother".

She would be the biggest threat to her if she ever discovered that she was my mate...

"Goodnight..." Her small voice replies, startling me and making my heart beat quicken from the simple reply, before I get myself comfy and actually fall asleep happy for the first time in years.