Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Xavier's Pov

I was a free spirit who spent my life away from home, traveling and partying in different countries with thousands of friends.

I used to come home as a guest for a few days, and my mother never complained because she knew I'd be gone in a few days. My father was always concerned about my freedom because he wanted me to be a part of the pack.

However, when I was not performing my duties as a pack member, I never considered myself to be a member of the Oak pack.

But the pack gave me the throne without a fight because I was the son of the greatest Alpha of all time, Garrison Ronan. They gave me his throne and respect, and they became my family, which I did not deserve.

After losing my parents, I realized the value of family, and Levine was hurting me by hiding during the years I was looking for him.

••••. Sansa and Levine, both of whom I had been looking for for years, were now nearby, but why were they so far away?

She despised me for crushing her dreams and threatened her with my presence, holding her hostage when she had only one lover in her heart, Logan. Levine despised me for failing to protect our parents and killing his best friend which was necessary to avoid starting another war.

I used to wonder why I had such bad luck with relationships. Was I deficient in some way, or was my fate cruel? But I recently found hope that one day Levine would call me brother and accept me as part of his family, and Sansa would accept the law, our bond by which we were bound.

I was running faster in the jungle, my desire to find Sansa growing as I was losing my mind; losing both Levine and Sansa at the same time could break me and deeply damage me; I would be unable to handle myself if I lost both of them. My heart was racing like it was about to burst.

I came to a halt when I noticed her hugging the jungle's oldest tree. I sighed in relief, still breathing heavily but at ease because she was safe.

I shifted my gaze to see if there was anything dangerous in the vicinity. Vera opened the west door, which was the biggest mess she made; we were all unsafe and unprepared to fight monsters. We didn't have time; we needed to get rid of them before they attacked us.

Sansa turned to leave, and her eyes were taken aback to see me standing there, as she had not expected to see me. Without wasting another second, my footstep was walking towards her without my control.

I was missing her strawberry scent, her milky soft face, and her stormy sea-brown hair waves. Her deep eyes avoided mine, and her plumpy lips, her lower lip biting whenever she was nervous around me. When she was nervous, she would play with her dress with her left-hand finger.

I came to a halt in the middle because blood was dripping from her brow. With her teary eyes, she appeared drained and exhausted. At the same time, her gaze was drawn to me because I was covered in the blood of a wild black bear, which terrified her.

Deeply looking into her eyes, I felt no emptiness within me that had started a storm of anxiety and a heavy heart. Without her, a few days felt like a decade.

I was empty, never complained, and never had any hope of filling that emptiness, but when I met Sansa, I didn't feel empty around her for the first time. I was going insane, becoming greedy to keep her close to me.

The only question I've had since meeting Sansa Didn't I deserve to be happy? Didn't I deserve someone to call my own? Didn't I have a right to be loved?

I couldn't keep myself from approaching her. She took a step back because she didn't want me to touch her, and she kept her distance as she always did.

I threw down the knife and wrapped my arms around her. Nothing worked no matter how much I held myself back, kept my silent heart away from feelings, and kept my mind shut from her thoughts.

She pushed me slowly, attempting to break me free, but I was unable to do so; my hug became even tighter at that point. I wanted to stay that way forever, to stop time.

"Just for a moment, stay... like this," I said my voice breaking.

I had no idea I was so connected to the bride, whom I had accidentally demanded. She was only a reward for my service, but her significance struck me at the time.

She was growing into a significant part of my life. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her at any cost. The most important people in my life were Levine and Sansa. After spending time away from them, I realized how important they were to me.

My tears were falling like a river, unstoppable; I hadn't cried in years, but I couldn't stop that day when I was losing a piece of myself.

Levine's life was hanging by a thread; he was on the verge of death, I was already losing myself, and the alpha, known for his toughness, was crumbling.

weakening and breaking. I was feeling the most alone and without shelter. There was no light, but all I could see was darkness; she was my only hope of not losing myself completely. My storm was calmed by her mere presence. She was like a haven and a glimmer of hope in my life.

I knew I was nothing but the person who had ruined her dream wedding, and she despised me for it. She didn't like it when I touched her.

She dared to press me to say something harsh because I was making her uncomfortable. "Don't dare to touch me," she slapped my face.

I began to laugh; I was unhappy and lonely; the brother I call family was dying, taking his last breath; would he ever open his eyes? That was something I kept thinking about.

On the other hand, the woman I wanted to keep by my side was drifting away, despising my presence, and making me feel like the world's most broken alpha.

I never expected anything from her, so why was I sad when she pushed me away? I knew she despised me, so why was I heartbroken? like someone betrayed me and abandoned me when I was well aware that no one ever loved me. What was the matter with me?

Was I being overly sensitive because I was worried about Levine? Or was I stubborn, or did I need her by my side and go to any length to keep her close?

Anxiety, loneliness, depression, miserableness, madness, sorrow, anger, and helplessness were all difficult to conceal when I was experiencing so many emotions at once.

Sansa was watching a lunatic who was laughing uncontrollably at his misery while tears streamed down his face. She appeared terrified.

"You're insane," she said, terrified and about to leave me.

I rubbed her waist closer to my face, one inch from her plump, soft lips; the kiss could happen while watching her wine-intoxicated eyes when she was dodging mine.

"Where are you going when I won't let you move?" I was keeping my rage under control.

She appeared hesitant and cleaned her throat as her body was about to collapse, and she struggled to break free from my grip.

"You haven't seen the madness yet," I said calmly as the storm hit me from within.

"Leave me alone," she said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact.

"Who do you believe you are? Huh?  What do you take me for?" I inquired with my cruelest behavior.

"Please let me go." Her voice was trembling.

"You don't know me, and if you did, you wouldn't be able to look me in the eyes," I explained.

She clenched her fist, trying to contain her rage.

I leaned in close to her ear. She was terrified. "I kill those who do not obey me, and if you are not afraid of dying, then I have your lover at the top of my list."

I leaned in closer to her: "You want him to be one of those crow-eating dead bodies? Or you can be a good girl and obey me silently without saying anything, allowing me to do whatever I want with you."

"I said let me go," she struggled to push me away.

"What are you going to do if I force you? I will do whatever I want with you; you are my bride, and I have every right to do so; your opinion is irrelevant; I am the one who should matter to you from now on." I said in a seductive tone when felt her breath on my lips

She was closer than ever; the heat in my body overtook me, and I wasn't stopping or limiting myself as I used to do to keep myself away and aware that she would not accept me. I didn't know what was wrong with me; all I knew was that I wasn't myself. I was furious.

"I am not your slave." She was looking into my eyes with teary eyes, and I sensed no fear in her; she was brave enough to speak up when no one else would.

I held her arm tightly, not letting go even though she was struggling and in pain. I was angry because I didn't want her to hate me because I wanted her to understand her role.

I was a bad person to her, a heartless Alpha who kept her trapped inside the mansion and removed every possibility of her leaving me.

"You were sold to me; you are my slave, and I am your master; you will be my puppet for the rest of your life," I snarled shamelessly.

The breeze accelerated, and when her hair touched my face, the birds began to sing a melody, and the golden sky welcomed the sun.

"If I allow you, you will breathe, and I am the only one who can stop your breathing," As I yelled at her with my terrifying eyes, she jumped in fear.

A single tear fell from her eyes, and I was completely out of my mind until I realized how harsh I had been on her.

I abruptly let go of her arm and watched tears well up in her eyes; she was terrified after witnessing my evil side, which I never wanted to show her.

I took a step towards her, and she took three steps back. "I—" I couldn't speak to her because I was embarrassed.

I was blinded by emotions and had no idea how much I had hurt her with my cruelest behavior. She walked faster as she turned away to leave.

Some people do not find the happiness they seek and instead experience sadness and loneliness.

My vision became blurry, and my body stopped moving as I watched her walk away. I couldn't move my mouth.