Page 170 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
“Baby, what have I told you about knocking?” Aunty Red’s voice came.
“I sleep with Waven,” Azura stated firmly.
“No, baby, come, you can-”
“Let her. I don’t mind,” I said, glancing at Liam, who raised an eyebrow, looking unhappy. “We can all sleep here, right, Wiyam?” I cooed. He nodded, despite the fact that it looked like he was pouting. Aunty Red raised her own eyebrows.
“Are you sure…?”
I looked at Azura, who was staring at me with those large blue doe eyes. They were glistening with tears that threatened to fall should I refuse the little chibi.
“Of course, I’m sure!” Bending down, I held my arms open to her, and she ran straight into them, planting a big kiss on my cheek.
“Yay! I sleep with Waven!”
“Great…” Liam said as Aunty Red gave us a wave and shut the door.
And that was how we spent the night, Liam’s arm under my head, my back to his chest, and me facing Azura, who was hugging her unicorn as she told me endless stories.
“Oh, wow, that’s amazing,” I said, listening to another story.
“Yes, and then….” she carried on.
So, what were you saying earlier?I asked Liam through the link, very aware of his body heat behind me and his hand that rested on my hip.
I was saying I wanted to take you out…
I bit my lip the moment his lips touched my neck, his scent making my mind fuzzy and my core clench.
Out?
Yeah. I have some stuff I need to catch up on, but the day after Dad’s birthday… you and me? Have a small getaway?He asked, his voice husky and seductive. I knew that if Azura wasn’t here, I would have pushed him onto his back and kissed him hard.
I like the idea,I said, sounding breathless even through the mind-link.
Perfect,he replied, and I smiled. I couldn’t wait.
A sudden thought came back to me and my smile faded away. Robyn’s words echoed in my made, her theory that Liam would have to give me up...
Was that the answer? But that didn’t make sense. Damon and I had ended things, so how did that work? Something didn’t feel right about it. I may not be smart, but deep down, I didn’t think that was the answer. But a selfless act from himself... what ifthatwas the answer?
It was finallythe day of Uncle El’s forty-fifth birthday, and there was going to be a party in the packhouse.
There was still no sign of Owen waking up, but, to my relief, there had been no more killings. I wondered if I was just being too paranoid, and it was Owen. Hmm, I still didn’t believe that, though.
As for Liam, he was losing control, and it broke me to see that. Seeing him fight to the extent that he was harming himself to keep himself weak- I hated it.
“Fuck, baby!” I whimpered, watching him stab the dagger into his stomach right in front of me.
We had just gotten ready for the party when it flared up again. We were kneeling on the floor in his bedroom, and I bit my lip, watching him yank the knife from his already bandaged abdomen, the blood spreadingon the white bandages.
“You’re killing yourself,” I whispered, cupping his face and pressing my forehead to his.
“I’m fine,” he said hoarsely.
He had lost his colour over the last few days, and I could see the constant pain he was in. Well, obviously, when he kept stabbing himself to control it. With his healing sealed away, he was badly injured.
I stood up, silently grabbed another roll of bandages, and returned to his side. He stood up, removing his teal shirt, and I began wrapping it up.
