Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 97

"Okay, maybe not that." I put my hands up defensively.

"It's not stinging anymore," he says slowly, cautiously. "So you can keep that stuff to yourself."

"Alright." Michael eyes him, as confused as I am. "Let's just help you get to the bathroom."

Onai moves away from my helping hands. "I don't need anything." He runs away from Michael too. "I can walk myself. Where's the bathroom?"

Michael points to my bedroom door. "It's in the hallway. One of us will have to stand watch though."

I nod in agreement.

"It'll be you," Michael says to me.

I give him a horrified look. "Me? Why?"

"I need to go get him some clothes." He gestures towards the bloody pile I deposited onto the floor.

True.

"But I'll wash my eyes first." Onai starts to get up, and this time he seems stable, thankfully.

"No, I'll go first." Michael walks past him.

Onai-holding a jacket in front of his private part, butt exposed, face red from where I sprayed him, side still looking like a homicide case-glares at Michael with red, near watering eyes. "Excuse me?"

Michael raises an eyebrow. "What?"

I'll admit, that even I'm surprised. I look at Onai's less than ideal condition. Clearly he could use some freshening up first. "Why are you the one going first?" I ask for Onai, since he looks like he's about to do anything but use polite words.

Michael sighs. "I just explained this. I have to go get the clothes and..." He lifts his bloody hands.

Onai points towards his entire body. "How does that take precedence over this?"

Michael balls a hand into a fist and looks towards the ceiling. He's either asking for patience or the strength to knock Onai out. "Is it alright with you if I clean my hands so no one sees me and thinks I've been playing in my sister's period blood?"

He said it. I didn't think he would, but he said it. I almost vomit. That was too much, even for me. Onai doesn't say anything else. He just stares into the void again. I think he's trying to find a happy place.

"Thought so." Michael glares. Then he looks back at me. "Honestly, out of all the guys to get with, this one? I thought you were with one of the brothers?"

Horror flashes across Onai's face before I can even say anything. He grabs the front of Michael's shirt. "We're not together. You can't..." I swear I see Onai's life flash before his eyes. "You can't tell anyone you thought that."

Michael swats his hand away. "Get off of me, crazy."

"I'm serious," Onai growls. "That could get me killed. She's with the br-"

I frown. "Are they okay?"

He nods.

I sigh. His lack of details is really annoying at a time like this. "What are they saying? Or, thinking?"

He doesn't say anything.

I try again. "Are they okay, okay? Or just okay?"

He looks away. "I don't even know what that means."

Omg he's no help. I check the hallway, deciding not to waste my time anymore.

"Okay? Okay okay?" He shakes his head. "I don't know. I'm just being lectured."

Lectured?

To understand why the ghost of a smile starts to tug at my face, you'd have to understand what it's been like all day to see wolves fighting, and dying, and bleeding to death. When I looked down at that dead wolf on the forest floor, the same feeling of dread washed over me as what I've been feeling watching Onai in his current state, nearly torn to pieces. All the while, I haven't known for one second whether or not the brothers were okay.

Honestly, I was afraid to ask. I'm their imprint right? The person that could mean sudden doom for them and their entire pack if they were gone? I figured that if they weren't here, beside me when all hell has broken loose, it had to be for good reason.