Big Bad Alphas

Chapter 43

I imagined death to be a flash of light then darkness. Nothing but darkness. Everything simply shuts off

and you are erased from the world and all of its glory. Frightening, isn't it?

The gun shot rings in my ears and I wait for the flash of light, or whatever may come. In this moment, I

am open to anything.

My largest and only regret will be my lack of a goodbye to my mate, as Alpha Kenn got impatient.

Hopefully Eric knows that I loved him unconditionally, probably too much, if that is possible. I will die for

him, so hopefully that shows him my feelings. If I focus on the things I will miss, I will regret my Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

decision, and it is too late for that.

God, I just love him so much. I want to touch him again, to feel his skin on mine, to hear his voice.

Everything about him made me feel fulfilled. Knowing that we will never be intimate again... it is terrible.

If this is death, me and my thoughts, then I am sure in hell. The rest of my thoughts will contain Eric in

some way, what I can no longer have, feel, taste, smell. The smell of him, my God.

"Isabella!"

"Get down!"

Something plows into me, taking me to the hard floor of purgatory, which is uneven and familiar. My

eyes shoot open—I did not know that action was still available—and I see grass. In death, I am a

ghost. This seems like a good deal, at least I can still see my mate everyday. I can scare Kendra

towards the right boys.

Finding humor in death may be my only way of coping with it.

Then I feel it. The sensation, the particular one I was so disappointed in loosening just moments ago.

My mates touch, the feel of his skin. Did he die also?

"Isabella, are you okay?"

There it is, his voice.

I open my eyes again and peer upwards. "Am I dead?"

"No," he breathes out, "you have to get up and run."

I can still hear the faint ringing of the gun in my ears. Everything has a white mist over it, like in a

dream. Eric said I have to run.

I see his face one last time before he pushes himself up and grabs me as well. "Run, Isabella, into the

forest."

I use my legs to lift myself up. Eric, I catch him running off, fighting the Wolfsbane when he suddenly

shifts. He seems more stable in his wolf form. My head spins. My stomach rises and everything

becomes one blur.

I feel as if I have just come off a roller coaster, and I think I am going to loose my lunch. My eyes roll

from side to side, and that is when I see her, and that is when it all makes sense. She is why I am alive.

Olivia.

She stands upright like a statue with her hands clasped tightly around the gun, the same one I shot

Alpha Kenn with. To the human eye, she seems to be suffocating, as her chest is still, unmoving. Her

arms are out straight in the position they were when she must have pulled the trigger. Olivia looks as if

she had shot herself. The terror and sadness on her face is chilling.

I see my mate pouncing on another wolf, too close for comfort, and I realize the danger we are in. My

last question is answered when I follow Olivia's eye to the ground, to Alpha Kenn's vacant body.

Ignoring the pounding of my head, I stumble towards Olivia and grab her arms, pulling them down.

She refuses to look at me, her eyes glued to the man she had just killed. Tears tumble from her eyes,

confusing me. Why is she so upset? Is killing a killer this difficult?

"I-I-I," she struggles, "I killed him."

Her voice is soft, surprised and full of disbelief. I place both my hands on the sides of her face,

forcing her to look at me. "We have to go, it's not safe here. We have to go."

With a powerful sob, Olivia falls to her knees, releasing the gun to the earth. "I killed him!" She cries,

bringing her hands to her face, covering her mouth and nose as she stares at Alpha Kenn's body.

There is a bullet hole in his chest and blood rushes from it, seeping into his clothes and hardly reaching

the dirt underneath him. His eyes are open, gazing up at the sky.

Olivia crawls to him, throwing her arms over his frozen chest. I now realize her pain. For she had just

killed her mate.

I am oblivious to my surroundings as I drop to my knees as well. My arms forcefully grab her, taking

her from him and towards me. She latches onto me and cries into my shoulder, small, muffed screams.

I cannot imagine the heartbreak, the pain, the betrayal she must be feeling. My fingers swipe the hairs

from her face, they stick to her wet skin. "It'll be alright, it'll be alright," I repeat like a broken record. "We

can't stay here, Olivia. It's too dangerous. We have to go, now."

She frantically shakes her head. "I can't move!" She cries.

Two wolves snap at each other, battling just a few meters away. One digs it's teeth into the others fur,

there is a whimpering, then blood, finally death, and the slain wolf falls to the ground. The victor has the

taste of flesh on his tongue, energized from tearing out the beasts throat.

My eyes widen and I fight to lift Olivia up. I throw her arm over my shoulder and I begin to walk us out

of the dense wood. As Olivia shrieks and wails, I try and take my mind off of death, off of my fighting

mate, and—Kendra. Oh dear God, where is Kendra. A panic overcomes me. My eyes scan my

surroundings, seeing no sign of her. After the gun shot I lost track of her.

Olivia almost slips from my grasp. My mind is too cluttered. Where could she have gone? She could

have run anywhere. Kendra could have been attacked. She could be dead. She could be crying out for

me. Begging for mercy.

I see the house ahead.

"Olivia, go to the house," I point in the direction and her eyes follow, "go to the house and do not

come out."

Another sob erupts from her throat and I have the urge to fist my hair. "Olivia, go to the house. You'll

be safe there. Go!"

She staggers off and I leave her, heading back into the forest.