Chapter 91: Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Xavier's Pov

I had no idea how much weight my father carried when defending the pack from enemies and managing all the traditions and cultures. He had a lot on his plate. when I was on my own and spending my time away from home.

I wanted to be like my father, who was on the throne from a young age after becoming the alpha of the Oak pack. When his father was killed by human hunters at the age of 20, he became the Oak pack's youngest Alpha.

He was the most daring alpha in the underworld, never afraid to fight. After he left, the Underworld was alerted, and many of them attempted to break in and harm the Oak pack, but I managed to protect the family, who trusted me and made sacrifices.

I was never afraid of anything, not even the most terrifying wars. But why was I so frail when it came to Levine and Sansa? When I smelled the traitor who attacked me hiding in the pack, I didn't want to show my weakness to anyone.

I had an enemy who was acting like an oak to finish me off, and I had to find the person who had ever attempted to kill me.

"Hey, it's time to check your wound," Kris said when I was on my way back to my room, his bag in his hand.

"I am fine," I explained.

"I am the doctor, and I will not allow you to refuse; let me treat your wound before it worsens," Kris said as he entered my room.

When Kris was taking the tools from the bag to treat my wound, I removed my shirt. When Kris began his treatment, I sat in the chair.

I felt pain in my body, such deep pain that I tried hard to keep my screaming inside.

"The wound is very deep; what happened?" Kris inquired

"Nothing is predicted in the war with the wilds once," I responded.

"That was impossible to kill, immortals; I thought we were all done here on Earth," Kris commented.

I felt pain and wanted to scream again, and my entire body shivered as he treated the wound in my stomach.

"It's going to hurt like hell," Kris said as he bandaged my wound.

I turned to face Sansa as she lay on the bed. I never intended to scare or harm her, but she was too stubborn to accept her true fate, which she could not deny at any cost.

I was the cruel and brutal Alpha, and everyone was afraid of me except Sansa.

I was not the bad guy she imagined. I was the one she despised the most, even though I was her destiny and she was mine.

I had a heart in my chest as well as a soul in my body. I also desired to be loved.

Didn't I deserve to be happy, just like everyone else? I'd always wanted to be like my parents—to find someone who cared about me more than anything else in the world.

I knew Sansa would not love me even if I loved her; I would not beg for her love rather than pursue her. I would do anything to keep her close to me.

"Something happened?"  When I noticed Kris had already left after treating my wound, Amara's voice drew my attention to her.

"Huh? "

"Is everything okay between you two?" Amara inquired, her voice soft.

"Hmm,"  I didn't want to lie, but that wasn't the time to talk about our relationship.

"If you ever needed someone to share your concerns with, I would be delighted to be that person," Amara said.

"Thank you; you have always been a good listener for everyone," I said.

"And an enemy for you," Amara chuckled.

"A good friend of mine," I joked.

"Eat something; it will make you feel better," Amara advised.

"Sansa might be hungry," I said as I walked slowly towards the bed to avoid Amara.

When I sat on the bed next to Sansa, she followed and sat on the chair near the bed.

"She fought with bravery, killed a wild creature, and saved Levine," Amara said.

"What's the point when he'll die tomorrow, not today?" I lamented.

"Don't give up hope just yet; miracles do happen," Amara stated.

"Not any longer," I scoffed.

"He is alive until he loses his breath; you will never know his time of death in advance, so why are you thinking of him as dead already?" Amara was attempting to keep me from losing hope, which I had already done.

"How is Bella doing? Did you check on her?" I requested that the topic be changed.

Amara was worried. "She locked herself in a room."

"What if she would harm herself?" I inquired.

"She would not, she is not a fool to harm herself but others," Amara said, annoyed.

"What about the baby?" I was worried.

"Baby is fine and healthy," Amara responded.

"She is not at peace, and that would not be good for a healthy baby," I explained.

"Fariya is keeping an eye on her; don't worry," Amara assured her.

"After all those years of torture by Kevin, why would she want to stay in the place she calls hell?" I lamented.

"She should have accepted her fate from the start; she would not have faced such cruelty," Amara said, happy to be here, but Bella's case was different.

"How could she accept Kevin when she had family back there? He wasn't worth it—the best oak, but not the best husband," I explained.

Kevin and I had very different personalities; regardless of the situation, he never chose to say the words I said; he was always against me. When everyone blamed Bella, I was the only one who felt sorry for her, but she always thought of me as Kevin.

"Bella must be happy after Kevin," Amara speculated.

"Do you still miss your father?" I inquired about something unrelated to our discussion.

"Why would I miss the one who made my life a living hell? I'm happy to be here," When Amara had had enough, she told her side of the story, and life gave her a second chance.

"Being happy is not a crime, in your or Bella's case." I made her realize she had previously overlooked.

"Some are lucky to even have a family," Amara said, her voice breaking.

"How is Jerry getting along?" I haven't seen him since the trial," I inquired.

"When I went to meet him, he locked himself inside the room and told me to leave him alone," Amara explained.

"Why? What's the matter with him?" I was intrigued.

"I don't know, he acts strange these days, refuses to leave the room, doesn't eat anything I left on his door," she wondered.

"Tell Hamza that he needs to talk to him,"

"Jerry does not like Hamza, you already know that," she said, even though we all knew Jerry did not like Hamza.

Jerry didn't want to show his emotions to anyone, but Hamza was the best therapist for trauma victims.

"Jerry would yell and fight with him, but Hamza knows how to calm people down."

"I will tell Hamza to talk to Jerry," she said.

"He must be traumatized to be watching those will immortal creatures,"

Jerry had a hard heart because he grew up as a rich kid who had never known hardship, but when his pack was killed by enemies, Jerry was the only survivor.

He saved Bonita from the enemies, and the Oak pack accepted him as a member because he never missed an opportunity to show his pack loyalty.

Sansa awoke in terror as she noticed me sitting next to her on the bed. Nobody ever wanted to see the terror that was hurting me with the look on her face.

I was trapped in the situation of trying to make her fall in love with me when she didn't even want to see me. That was the most difficult task—more difficult than any war or battle in history.

"How do you feel?" Amara inquired when looking concerned.

"What happened?" Sansa was still stunned and inquired.

I wrapped the blanket around Sansa. "You're not taking care of your health, which makes me concerned." I was sincere and gave it my all.

When I wanted to witness love and respect for me, I saw fear in Sansa's eyes. She was trying to avoid me.

"I was waiting for you to wake up, so I brought you food," Amara explained softly

"I am not hungry." Sansa refused to eat.

"You haven't eaten in a long time, and I'm not leaving until you do."

When Sansa appeared weak and sick

"Where are you going?" Sansa inquired as Amara stood up, looking panicked. When Sansa's voice started to shake,

"I'm going to get you some food," Amara explained.

Sansa refused to let go of her hand when she appeared insecure, which could raise suspicions. "You're not going anywhere."