The Alpha and His Contract Luna (Lauren) novel Chapter 38

“My back itches” Krystal complains, trying to scratch her back.

“Don’t do that, it will remove the stitches. If it itches just let it be, it means it’s healing” I explain to her what the doctor told me, while grabbing her hand.

I was worried at first when she told me that. But after consulting with Doctor John, he told me not to worry. What I had to do was to make sure that she didn’t remove her stitches.

It’s been hectic these past couple of days with Krystal confined to the house. Jax still went to school but Krystal had to stay since her wounds weren’t fully healed.

Taking care of a sick child wasn’t easy, but taking care of a wounded and bored child was harder. There were times when she threw a tantrum and every time I prayed for patience. Understanding that she only did that because she was in pain.

“I’m bored”

I sigh tiredly. “We can watch TV. Maybe one of your favorite cartoons” I suggest.

“But I have watched all of them, over and over again” she snaps at me.

I haven’t been to work since she was attacked. My priorities were with her. It was honestly starting to alarm me at the number of times I have had to miss work these past few months.

I was thinking of cancelling our fashion show. Because with everything that was going on I haven’t had the time to come up with a design. Not to mention, at the moment my creativity well was as dry as the Sahara desert.

“Can I please go outside? Even if it’s just for a little while” she pleads.

I want to refuse. Tell her it’s better for her to stay in bed, but the tears swimming in her eyes undo me. A few minutes or so won’t hurt anyone. Besides, I’ll be with her the entire time.

I help her out of bed and slowly descend the stairs, careful not to injure her back. One my way out I take a picnic blanket which I lay down on the grass.

It was sunny and the weather was warm. Maybe the fresh air would help her shake off the sadness that was slowly eating her.

We sit on the grass and she takes a deep breath. “This feels so good mommy”

She has her head facing the sun. A smile on her face. She looks peaceful and free. I take out my phone and take a picture of her like that. I save it as my wallpaper.

“So what do you want to do?” I ask her.

“Nothing. Just to sit here on the grass and just drink lemonade” she replies, her eyes still closed.

As if she has been summoned. Monica appears with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses. She places them beside us before pouring Krystal hers.

“Thank you Monica” I say when she is about to leave.

She smiles at me. “Anything for you and my beautiful Krystal”

I give her a small smile of my own, grateful that she has embraced Krystal. With that she leaves. Krystal doesn’t say anything, just looks at the ducks. I don’t mind because it’s a comfortable silence. Unlike the one we heard when I first came back to town after the whole drama with Darren.

Speaking of which, I haven’t heard from him. I don’t even know if he knew that Krystal was hurt. I don’t dwell on that, my mind shifting to Sebastian instead.

After that day at the terrace, he went back to being his unreachable, emotionless self the next day. I wanted the sweet man who comforted me back, but I also knew that I was walking on treacherous water. There was no room for love in our union. Doing so would only leave me with heartbreak because I was sure that it would be one sided.

The culprits were yet to be found. Jax and Krystal had given a description of what they remembered of the men. It wasn’t much but Sebastian had people looking for them. So far there wasn’t any luck. It was like they didn’t exist at all.

The few times I managed to see him, he looked tired and worn out. I guess this whole issue of the serial killer and whoever is after me was wearing him down. I honestly can’t imagine how tiring it is to be searching for people who are good at hiding. It was like searching for ghosts. Not that they existed or anything like that.

“Mom, do you think those bad men will come back?” she asks, startling me. Her eyes were focused on the ground.

I could tell there was fear behind her voice. The fear that comes with uncertainty of whether those men will come back to hurt her again. I wanted to assure her but I couldn’t be sure so I lied instead.

“No they won’t and if they do try they will be caught and punished.” I take a deep breath. “I’m sorry that you got hurt because of me Krystal”

It brings tears to my eyes every time I remember that day. Every time she winced in pain. Or cried when she moved wrongly.

“It’s okay mama. I know it wasn’t your fault” she says softly, reverting back to using the name she used when she was a child.

She stands up carefully and comes to stand in front of me. She wraps arms around me, burying her head in my neck. I hug her back, careful not to touch her wound.