Chapter 67: I Will Kill Him

Chapter sixty-seven: I Will Kill Him

Elena

His lips tasted like mint, probably from the toothpaste he had used earlier. I felt electrified, every last inch of me had been awakened, parts of me that had been dormant all my life. The kiss was more passionate than the last one we shared before, I wasn't sure what I was doing but I just followed my instincts. Our lips moved together in synchronization, he was gently on me like he knew he needed to be patient with me.

All I could think during the kiss was finally, this was the moment I had been waiting for. Bernard felt like sunshine, he felt at peace and I couldn't get enough of him. He was addictive like a drug I couldn't quit. Now that I had gotten my new fix, I never wanted to stop. I would gladly overdose on him every day.

He pulled away to lean his forehead against mine, I was delirious from the kiss and gasping for oxygen. My eyes were still closed as I tried to hang onto this feeling for as long as possible. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. I had never felt so happy like this in my entire life.

"WOW." That was the only word I was able to mutter.

I felt him shake beneath me with laughter and grab my waist so tightly. I wanted no distance between us at all, I wished he could reach into me and hold my soul. That is how close I wanted to be with Bernard, skin on skin was simply not enough. I wanted him to feel my heart and I wanted to feel his.

"Really?" He said and I could feel his hot breath fanning my face.

"I can't believe that I lived twenty-five years without you in my life. I had been merely existing until this moment." My heart swelled at his words.

Although he had said it before, he had a way of saying I love you without actually saying it. It made my heart flutter. Feeling braver than normal, I cupped his face and stared into his eyes. I looked into his forest green eyes before my eyes darted to his lips and back to his eyes again. I didn't know exactly what I was doing, I was running on pure instinct. I am hoping that somehow I wasn't bogging it up and acting like a total fool.

I leaned forward as my eyes fluttered shut and he met me halfway, our lips were engaged in our little dance once more. If possible, this one was even better than the last one. I couldn't believe this, how had I gone through life without him? After I felt my lips swollen from the kiss, I pulled away and he was smirking at me with a satisfied look in his eyes. Blush crept onto my cheek without warning and he brushed the back of my hand on my cheeks.

"I love it when you blush for me." He said.

"Keep looking at me like that and I will be red like a tomato all the time." We both laughed.

This moment was perfect, everything felt right and everything felt like it was exactly the way it was supposed to be. We stayed in silence for a few minutes before he spoke.

"Elena?" The tone in his voice told me that something had shifted. I could hear the level of seriousness he was conveying and I knew that whatever he was planning on saying was something I either dread or not going to like.

"What is wrong?" I asked.

"I know you never wanted to talk about it and you always had to hide it but I need to know about your past. I am not going anywhere, I will be here for you but I don't want you to feel obligated to tell me because you can tell me everything in your own time. But, I want to know everything about you, not the parts you choose to show me." The moment I had been dreading had arrived.

"I already love you even though I barely know you and it won't change now nor ever. You are mine and I am yours." I bit down my lips as the words failed to come out of my mouth.

Looking at him right now, I knew that I was safe because I could feel it. I could feel all parts of him, I didn't need to fear telling him everything because I believed him. I believed him when he said he would never abandon me. He was in for the long haul and if we were to spend the rest of our lives together. I wanted him to know me, all of me and that meant telling him about the parts that I didn't want to talk about.

"What do you want to know?" My voice came out soft.

"Everything, just start from the beginning. I nodded.

This is the moment of truth and there is no turning back once I told him everything.

"I never had any siblings, it was just me, my mother, and my father. The three of us are against the world as my father would always say." I started.

"We were simple people, my father worked as an accountant for the Pack and my mother would help out in the hospital and also teach at the elementary school. I didn't grow up with lavish things but I did grow up with everything I needed in this life." I paused as the memories came flooding back to me. The holidays, the trips, and the family dinners we shared. Some of the memories were a little bit foggy since I often tried to forget. I didn't like having a constant reminder in my head that they were no longer in my life.

"Which Pack are you from?" He asked.

"I am from Moon Stone Pack and my Alpha is Alpha Richard…"

"Lake." He said the last name at the same time I did.

Of course, he knew him. It is every Alpha's job to know who was headed which Pack and if they could form relationships with them or not. So, it wasn't surprising that he knew him more than me. He said his name with a disdain in his voice and it was almost palpable.

"You don't like him, right?" I asked curiously and he shrugged.

"Just some personal issues I have with him. Continue, my love." And so I did.

"It was about a week before my parents died, no sorry, they were murdered." I corrected myself quickly.

"My father was acting a bit strange and both he and my mother would have had a discussion if they knew u were in the house. At first, I thought maybe finally I was getting the siblings I had always wanted but that wasn't the case." Then I felt it, the ripping feeling in my chest as I got to the memory I had been dreading reliving.

That night was something I never wanted to remember again in my entire life. Although it had been almost a decade since my parents had died, the pain still felt fresh. Maybe it was because I never grieved properly or maybe it was because after a while I refused to cry. I had been on the run from an Alpha who wanted me dead. Having raging emotions of grief inside of me at the time would have crippled me and I needed to remain sober-minded.

"Then, one night everything changed. One moment we were laughing and being a family and the next we were under attack. I couldn't make sense of it at that time and even till this day. I still struggle to make sense of it."

"Make sense of what?" He asked.

"Why did Alpha Richard kill my parents?" Shock covered his face.

"What do you mean, Richard killed your parents?" He asked again and then I told him everything. I left no details unsaid.

I told him how my mother had begged me to leave, I told him how I waited for my parents and came to the conclusion that they were dead. I told him how I had been running for my life ever since that day. I told him about the ten years on the run and what it had been like for me. I told him about the cold and lonely nights, the fear I had felt when I had to evade Richard's trackers. I also told him the skills I had learned as a wolf and how in tune I had become with my animalistic self.

By the time I had finished telling him everything, I felt lighter but my anxiety was at an all-time high. He was silent for a while, my words hung in the air like oxygen. I watched his face carefully, hoping to get an inclination of what he was thinking. I could see the rage swimming behind his eyes, his arms around my waist tightened even more but not enough to cause me pain. His eyes were shifting between a darker shade of green and their normal forest green. I could see the conflict behind his eyes but I wasn't quite sure what he was battling with.

I caressed his cheek, trying to soothe him with my touch the way he had soothed me. I leaned my forehead against his and brushed over my nose together as if in a gentle kiss. When he gave me no reaction, I pulled away immediately.

"Bernard, your silence is worrying me. I need to know what is going on in that head of yours. I am kind of going crazy." He looked at me dead in the eyes in silent rage.

"I am going to kill him." He said and to be honest, that was the response I had been expecting.

I blinked once, twice and the third time, had I heard him right?