The Alpha’s Desire 4(17)

 

 

 

As I stood there waiting to see what my hands would do next, warding off the need to turn my palms over and look at them, the man in the black suit moved to the closest broken window to him and the ground, and moved through it. I heard the clinking of the fire escapes, not sure if I was happy or sad that I hadn’t heard his body slam into the ground below.

 

 

 

Moving to the window, I let my magic go, threw the waves of it out that window, over his head, laughing maniacally as he screamed, and as I watched his body disappear into the darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

With tears pouring down my face, I rushed to Lex. My hands buzzed still, making me hold back from touching him even a little. Even a gentle swipe across his forehead at this point could be dangerous. He needed to be out of the chains. All I could do was focus on them, feeling their magic call to mine.

 

 

 

With a violent tremble to them, I lifted my hands to the chains that bound him. As my hands drew nearer, cautiously, the intertwined metal began to glow. It didn’t seem to be burning Lex, so I continued to move my hands closer to his binds. I needed to grab it, the urge too great to overcome. Again, my hands felt possessed. The blue light around the links merged with the light glowing a bright white, now at my palms. I didn’t get the colors, but Lex didn’t even stir at this point. His breathing had grown so shallow that I could barely tell he was breathing at all.

 

 

 

I took in my own deep, painful breaths as if breathing for him, willing the chains to fall away. As I thought it, a bright light blinded me, as if the metal had burst into a million stars. Before I knew it, I found myself cringing, awaiting the sound of the chains falling to the ground. Yet, it never came. When the stars cleared from my own vision, Lex’s body had slunk forward, his wrists freed. All that remained of the chains looked like glitter on the floor around him before they turned to black dust.

 

 

 

Though he was unconscious, I whispered, “I’m here, my love. You are free. Now, heal. Please heal. I need you. Please don’t leave me here in this place, in this world without you. I’ve come so far, done so much, I couldn’t bear it.”

 

 

 

The energy of my powers still there, it had at least gotten enough of a release to have my hands go dark again. I brushed my fingers along his cheek, giving him a gentle kiss there afterwards.

 

 

 

“I am here, babe. I love you. I need you to come back to me. Heal. Please. Heal,” I continued to beg, tears strangling my voice. “I am here. We can be together again. Everything is going to be okay.”

 

 

 

I dared another kiss, not wanting to move or jostle him, to cause him an ounce more pain until his body began to heal. I lowered my head to his chest, not touching, but getting close enough to strain to hear his heart. The sound was faint, but there. I took in a deep breath, like I’d been holding my breath forever.

 

 

 

“They said as long as your heart beat, you could heal. So heal, damn it, please heal. I love you, Lex. I love you.”

 

 

 

I broke down beside him into a full sob then, wanting to curl up into his arms. His chest moved up and down, though barely. I slid to the floor instead, curling up into a fetal position beside him, moving my energy to him, willing him to heal just as I’d willed the binds from his wrists. At this new angle, to the corner of the room diagonal from us, I saw Riker and Vivian. Their bodies, not bound, lay in a heap over each other’s, lifeless on the floor, tossed to the side like trash.

 

 

 

I had to look away so as not to hyperventilate. They’d both seemed so nice, and Vivian had been family. Yet, they had died for me, for the Royal bloodline that was being threatened. I was coming to understand that this was how it worked in this world, that people so easily gave their all for the cause, for the ones they loved, for blood. I’d never known such family allegiance in the human world. Of course, I’d never known the depth of such love. I’d never believed in such magic. And, I’d never seen such physical or mental strength, such determination to win at all costs.

 

 

 

I’d heard stories of men dying for others in war. I’d come to appreciate it, but not understand it. How could I, until this moment, until I found myself in a war, paranormal or otherwise? Lives had been lost due to evil quests, nonetheless, out of jealousy and misunderstandings of others. No one could just talk it out. It had to come to blood, to the loss of lives. Even now, I wished the man in the black suit ill. Not like me, and still I writhed, hoping he would trip and fall into a ravine or something as he tried to escape here.