Seeing Bailey crying in the distance as I walked through the packhouse tears at my heartstrings, and I found myself rushing to her as she walked into the lounge. Any awkwardness that had been between us is irrelevant now, as I pull her close to me, her tears quickly dampening my shirt. “Bailey, what has happened?” I whispered, holding her tight against my chest. So desperate to soothe her. My heart racing with her so close to me.
But she says no words, yet I feel her heart racing too as she continues to sob against my chest. I led her to the sofa so we could sit down. I want to be there for her, let her know she isn’t alone. I hate that this sweet girl is suffering, and maybe Zion has been right, pushing her away may result in her leaving the pack…
I pulled her back from me slightly, so I was able to see her face, and gently stroke back the mane of dark curls from her face. Her natural hair only adds to her natural beauty, in my opinion, why she feels she should hide it I do not know. At my touch she flinched slightly, but her big brown eyes met mine, in a nervous gaze. “Sweetheart, what is wrong?” I whispered, lowering my hand, to softly stroke her face this time, yet I had no clue why.
Bailey’s eyes dropped to my hand, before looking back at me through her long dark lashes, her sobs seemingly easing as she was distracted by me. “Trouble from home.” She sniffled.
“You know I will help you if I can?” I told her. “You don’t have to do all this alone?” I found myself stroking the soft skin of her face once again, unable to resist…
“Why?” she stuttered. “Why would you help me? I am nothing to you. Or your pack. He could hurt you.” She wiped her tears away, before looking back at me.
I hooked my hand underneath her chin, to raise her gaze to me. “Did it ever occur to you, it is because I wanted to help you?” I said, my voice a little husky. “Because I care?”
She tilted her head in that adorable way she does, before frowning, making me smile. She seemed to have an uncanny ability to make me smile without even trying, or she had done, until we started clashing a little…
“And as for him hurting me, I have my suspicions who it is you mean, but you don’t need to worry about me. I will do what I can to defend you, Bailey, and I am sure Caleb would too, if he knew you were in trouble, and he knew I wanted to help.” I reassured her, and her face softened at my words, a small smile forming.
“ I don’t understand why you would do that for me.” She whispered. “He is dangerous.”
My hand was still hooked under her chin, so I slid it along her cheek into her hair, but in doing so, I moved her face closer to mine, and she suddenly looked very vulnerable… but incredibly beautiful… tempting… Zion purred deeply at the scent of her filling my senses… “Is that not all the more reason for me protecting you?” I whispered, my heart feeling like it wanted to beat right out of my chest.
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