The Big Sky Alpha novel Chapter 135

135. Time

COLT POV

“How would you like to proceed Alpha?” Levi asked as we were making our way up to the top floor

in the long elevator ride. “I’ll handle the pack police and discussions while you tend to her.”

“Then what is it you’re wanting to know, Levi?” I asked him. I was in no mood for beating around

the bush tonight.

“Are we going through the ceremony tomorrow? Or do you want me to get us home immediately?”

He said without hesitation, understanding the tone was laying out in front of him.

I thought for a moment. Honestly, I would be happy if I never had to spend another second in this place. However, I needed to at the very least give my friend the explanation of why his best man was walking away.

“I need to speak with Damon before the ceremony, at the very least. I will let you know when I’m

ready and then we will leave.” I answered.

We were quiet for a moment, then he spoke again.

“I hope it’s not too bold to say Alpha, but please never bring me to a place like this again. The city

is not a place for someone like me. I’ve never been so uncomfortable in all my life Alpha.” I knew

he was serious about this. Surely, he could have picked a better time to say this to me. But I knew

Levi. He’s my best friend and has been with me through it all. I knew this wasn’t something he

enjoyed. I knew he was out of place all night, hell I was out of place all night. This is not the life I

ever want to be a part of.

“Levi, my friend, as far as I’m concerned this can be the very last time any of us ever leave our pack

territory again. I am not fond of city life.” I answered. I wanted to have some humor in my tone, but

as I stood there laying at my limp wife who had the gross smell of another male wolf on her I

couldn’t muster up even the slightest bit of humor.

I knew this wasn’t her fault. I could never and will never blame her for this. I knew his scent wasn’t

on her because she wanted it to be. She was, yet again, a victim.

The elevator dinged and Levi walked us to our door. He held the door open for me so I could carry

her in.

Before he closed the door he said behind me, “Let me know if you need anything at all, Alpha.”

Then he closed the door behind me.

I love my beta. My best friend. He’s been through so much with me, and given the events of this evening I couldn’t imagine having brought anyone else to face this hell with me. No one could have read the situation with me at that disgusting place the way he did. He made it so they didn’t push

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drinks on us, so that they didn’t push women on us, he got us out of there without any hassle and he got me to my wife just in time.

I laid Freya on the bed, using the pillows I propped her up on her side so I could safely leave her

there while I ran a bath. The penthouse has a nice jacuzzi tub in it. She might not be conscious, but

I know Freya would want to be cleaned before sleeping in the filth of that man.

I put some bubble bath in the water and sat there watching it bubble up with steam swirling

around just above the water. I was angry. Not just at the situation, not just at the man who’s blood

covered my shirt, but at myself. I seem to be a magnet of s**t for the woman I love. I seem to be a

magnet of s**t for my family.

I walked back into the bedroom and watched Freya lay on the bed. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to run my fingers through the red curls that fell across her face. I wanted to hold her in my arms

and rock her comfortably so she could feel that she was safe.

I couldn’t. It was hard for me to even make my way to the bedside to even think about getting her ready to sit in that bathtub.

Since I met Freya she has been chased by haze crazed wolves, put in the eye of a crazy s**t storm

my ex caused because of her psycho jealousy, she’s been drugged several times, kidnapped also

several times, she died, she’s almost been raped, and she’s bravely fought by my side.

She’s been in perpetual danger since I met her. It’s not like I knew that being with me would be like

this for her. How could I? All I knew was that she was my fated mate, the woman the goddess

made just for me. The woman the goddess made me for. When I first saw her, there was never any

fear of any of this happening to her. I just wanted to be close to her. I just wanted to be close to

her. I just wanted to love her, take care of her, protect her, and cherish her.

I’ve failed her. Over and over.

I fought away my hesitation and I grabbed her, slowly stripping away her clothes making sure to

toss them in the trash as they left her body. I stripped mine away as well. I carefully carried her to

the tub and stepped in, slowly sinking us both into the hot bath water. She stirred slightly with every passing inch of her body that got covered by the water.

Once she was fully in the water with me, she started coming to. Instantly she began panicking. She

punched me right in the face and started kicking around in the water, splashing everywhere.

“Freya, baby it’s me. It’s Colt. You’re safe. I have you It’s okay.” I said, on repeat. Trying to snap her back into reality. It took her a minute before she finally stopped fighting me. She looked around,

putting the little bits of reality back together in her head. Once she realized she was sitting with me in the bath in our hotel room she visibly let herself relax.

Relaxation only stayed with her for a brief period before she played back in her mind the last things she remembered. She started shaking like she was freezing, even though she was in hot water.

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Her face went white, like she’d just seen a ghost. Her expression went from disgust, to shock, to

pure horror and then the tears started falling.

“W–What happened?” She barely muttered through her sobs.

“Nothing Freya. I killed him before he could do anything, my love. You’re safe.” I answered.

His blood was still all around my mouth, down the front of my mouth and even a little on my chest

where my shirt had been unbuttoned. She eyed me, first looking into my eyes then following the

path of his blood down to my chest and she peeled her eyes away looking at the side of the

bathtub.

“I–I think I f–I think I felt his mou…” She couldn’t get the words out before she was overtaken by her

emotions.

“He kissed your neck. He licked your face. I ripped his f*****g throat out and made him drown in

his own blood. That’s all that happened baby. I’m so sorry. I had no idea….” I stopped. She didn’t

need to hear my apologies for getting us into this mess right now. She needed to process this. She

was almost just raped. She needs time.

Time is what I was going to give her. I didn’t reach for her, though I desperately just wanted to hold her and make her feel safe. I stopped talking. I wanted to apologize for everything, I wanted to keep telling her she’s okay, I wanted to assure her that she’d get through this. But it’s not my place right now. She will let me know what she needs.