Arya’s POV
And so that night I went to bed with a heavy heart of course I couldn’t sleep. Lying on the bed eyes wide that an owl. I wasn’t going to lie, I felt lonely. I noticed a change in behavior from Chamberlain. He rarely told me about his day. It was sort of our ritual to Bond. I sat up in bed. This has been going on for a long time. It was only now that I noticed the distance between me and my son. Guilt ate at me. Was I a bad mother? I mean I should have noticed this. From then on I began to do a lot of thinking in retrospect.
Kelsi had a point. Truly I might not have done the best thing in terms of Jake and Chase. Maybe if I had confronted Chase, maybe just maybe I might have understood what happened. I hissed. It’s all late now. The guy now hates me. He can’t even stand the sight of me. I guess that is why I haven’t seen him in a long time apart from that night. I still remember the way he shoved me out of the room. I know he was trying to be gentle but he was also angry.
I sighed for the 1 millionth time and flopped back into the bed. It’s okay. Everything was okay. Slowly I began to feel sleep tickle my lashes. My brain was gradually shutting down, suddenly I was awakened by a man yelling. I needed no one to tell me who it was. Jumping down from the bed I voted to the door, my heart thundering. It had taken me a long time to fall asleep, especially after all that I had been thinking. The weight of my actions weighed down on me.
Immediately I slipped on my slippers and headed across the hallway. Chase, whether he admitted it or not suffered from nightmares. From what he had been through I could only imagine the things he dreamed about. Within a few minutes, I was already standing in front of his door. I took in a deep breath and try the door handle. Amazingly it gave way.
I hesitated for a moment. Why was his door open? Was everything alright? I didn’t know which one worried me the most. An open door from the Alpha of the black moon pack or the nightmares I had just heard.
For a moment I thought, would Chase be angry with me for invading his privacy? Probably but I had to help him. I couldn’t let him suffer just like that. Especially when I have to hear him suffer at night. It was like some sort of punishment.
I crossed the threshold into the dark room. Light from outside shone over the empty empty bed. He wasn’t even in the room. Had I imagined I had him crying out or what? Was it all in my head?
I scanned the room for where he must have been sitting or anything but I saw no one. I raised an eyebrow. Where could he be?
A groan sounded not so far from me and then I flinched. I knew it was definitely Chase’s voice though grittier and harsher than I was used to. I hurried looking for where the noise was coming from then I stopped short.
And there he was. Chase lay in a tangle of blankets on the floor. I could imagine him cocooned in it, like a little boy. Scared at night. My heart broke at that thought. I stared at him.
His bare chest glistened with sweat. His breathing was ragged and uneven. His chest rose and fell in such a manner that I wanted to go tap him immediately. As I moved to see, I froze on seeing something. The shock had rooted my feet to the ground. Chase had a dragon tattoo on the side of his belly. But that was not what caught my attention. I squinted as I saw clearly little holes and dents on his skin and they absolutely had nothing to do with the tattoo.
There were little scars across his belly. They looked like gun wounds. What was that? I mean why was he having that? He’s never told me about his life but I have heard that Alpha Chase has had a hard life. What happened? Has he gotten this in an accident? But then my mind stared at me deadpanned. It was as if it was saying. Don’t be stupid. Gunshot scars were gotten from nothing else but guns. I nodded. Guns.
I began to wonder why I didn’t see this earlier. That night together with him came alive in my head. I swallowed. I squatted staring at his scars.
They were not that visible. That was why I couldn’t see it. Besides I’d never seen so much of his body before. I had never thought he was anything but perfect. I shuddered to think about what he must have gone through. Poor chase. Orphaned from a young age.
I crawled closer to him and sighed.
“Chase” I called out to him touching his shoulders. He stirred up a little but I touched him again. ” Hey Chase Wake up”
The next thing I knew was his hands flying up as if he wanted to smack me. “No!” He screamed. My heart leaped out of my chest. In my defense, I grabbed his wrist but that was not enough. Chase was strong so strong. It seemed like the more I tried to hold him down, he got stronger as if he was enraged. He sat up quickly, his eyes snapping open, glaring wildly into the darkness of his room.
“Cha-” Before I could think, Chase had flipped me onto my back and stretched full length on top of me. Both my arms were pinned above my head, gripped in his strong hands that held mine down so tightly. I tried to wriggle out but it was of no use.
“Chase!” I cried. ” Please stop it’s me! It’s me, Arya!”