272 Maybe I Can Treat You Better
Maynard’s POV:
Few Hours Ago:
After we came back from the cabin, Zander left for a stroll, and worries engulfed Christina. I walked her to the rooftop to get some fresh air, but it didn‘t do much because soon her brother rang her phone. I knew he would worry her about something again.
“You guys talk while I go to the restroom,” | excused myself, not wanting to stand there and watch her fret over her brother. If only she‘d let me help her, I‘d stay around. Otherwise, I feel like a third wheeling.
I walked downstairs and to the room when I realized Thiago hadn‘t come out of the bathroom this whole time.
“Boy! Come out!” I yelled, picking up a shirt to change into after taking a shower.
“I swear you are not even doing anything in there,” I added after he didn‘t respond to me. “Ugh! “He just goes into the bathroom and then vanishes,” I complained, reaching for the door and banging it hard.
“Thiago!” I yelled his name, waiting for him to at least tell me
how much more time I had.
“Thiago! Bloody hell, come out!” I yelled and banged harder this time. However, I heard something inside this time.
“URGHHH!” There was a little growl, almost as if somebody was preventing the transition.
“Thiago! Hey! Dude, are you okay in there?” Panic struck me when my wolf felt the pain of another alpha.
“Thiago! Let me come in. I know something is wrong. I might be able to help you.” Now that Enya was no longer my subject of interest, I didn‘t feel any animosity toward Thiago. Back then, I got super jealous of him, but things have changed now.
I no longer felt any anger toward Thiago or Lazlo. Suddenly, the door opened just a little bit, and I knew Thiago needed my help. It was unlike him to need help, so it was serious.
I squeezed inside and a gasp heaved across my lips instantly.
“Dude! What the fuck!” | gasped, looking around for a towel to help him with the bleeding. Thiago was all messed up. He had cut himself and was bleeding crazy.
“I needed to stop h—––im from taking over,” he muttered in pain, leaning back against the wall. He hurt himself so that he could prevent his Lycan from taking over.
“Thiago! Why is this happening?” I asked him, covering his wounds and watching his veins pop out as if the Lycan was still trying to come out.
“It is complicated. I had to let hi—–m take over.” He was in excruciating pain. I felt bad for him. He didn‘t deserve it, nobody does.
“We need to get you help. You are bleeding excessively and now you are not letting him take over, so you are not healing,” I told Thiago as I tried to walk him out of the bathroom. He suddenly flipped and pushed me back, breaking the sink.
“I am so sorry! It was–nt me,” He suddenly apologized and crouched down.
“Hey, it is okay. We sho–” I paused when I heard somebody entering the room. We both stared at each other and then zipped our lips tightly to avoid getting heard. But Thiago kept grunting and mumbling.
“Are you okay?” I stopped near him and watched him suffer. It was so painful to see him like this. “Why did you let him take over?” I asked.
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