The Alpha and The Vigilante novel Chapter 86

For the first time in forever, I felt humanized again. Not like the monster I had always thought of myself as. Is this what being a parent is? All of those times Carter had told me that he felt like his life had just begun, could this have been what he meant?

Carter.

The man who gave his life for mine, though I am undeserving. The man who I shot with an arrow. The man who relented to Gwen whenever she would beg him to let us get into trouble. The man who's eyes shone every time he spoke of his pup, or of his mate.

I had to get out of here. Carter didn't give his life for mine, only for me to die in some psycho Alpha's cellar.

As much as I hated to admit it, I needed Cain. He was the only person capable of rescuing me, and as much as it pained my pride to admit, I needed to be saved desperately.

Perhaps Jax was right. My pride surely has been my Hamartia.

I wish I could go back in time. Back to when I first met Cain. I had been so stubborn and unrelenting, fighting the urge to be with him. Memories of us flashed before my eyes as I ignored the brutal beatings from Wilson. I could tell that I was on the verge of death. My mind was hazy and my body weak as my life flashed before my eyes. More specifically, my life once I met Cain.

Visions swirled through my mind, fuzzy at times, and strikingly clear at others.

Cain and I's first kiss at Blood Lake, where I turned a romantic picnic deadly.

Throwing knives at him when we first met.

Him catching me when I fell out of the tree trying to escape him.

Him lashing at me with the whips.

Him stroking my half ear gently, always so careful when he touched my scars.

I could hear Jax's voice yelling something at Wilson, but my mind was too far gone to register anything he was saying.

Shooting arrows at him.

Us making out in our bedroom before I beheaded Jen.

All of the times he so easily swooped me off of my feet and carried me, so tender.

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