Chapter 26:
“No, Alpha. You’re the one who’s crazy here. Snap out of your imagination. There is no Dax, Ivy, or Devin. They’re not here anymore. They’re dead.” He finally finished.
The news broke, sending cold chills down my spine. It felt like a bag of ice had been thrown on me as the realization hit. I turned my head to look at Dax and Ivy, but I was met with nothing. They had vanished, just as suddenly as they had appeared.
They were not real. It was just my imagination playing tricks on me.
I was going crazy again.
Tears welled up in my eyes as they hit the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to look into Jasper’s eyes. Was I even fit to rule the pack?
I knew my secret was safe with Jasper, but how long could the pack be ruled by a madman?
“You’ve been skipping your medications and therapy sessions again?” Jasper’s voice broke through, his gaze heavy on me. But I turned my eyes elsewhere.
I didn’t like the way he looked at me. His eyes spoke of pity.
I didn’t want his pity.
“You know you have to be mentally stable in order to rule the pack.”
“I don’t care anymore!” I flared, punching the wall hard, feeling the sand-like grains fall onto my knuckles.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” With those words, I walked away from him, ignoring his calls as I made my way to my room, locking the door behind me.
Tears flooded my eyes as I stared at the large amount of wolfsbane I had saved in a jar. Maybe I should end it all.
Damon
L𝑎t𝑒st ch𝑎pt𝑒rs in gαl𝑛ovels.cøm
My hands trembled as I pulled out a syringe filled with wolfsbane, preparing to inject myself with it. I made sure it was above my usual dosage.
A quick death would do.
I shut my eyes as the needle pressed into my skin, almost piercing my veins, when the syringe slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor.
I wasn’t afraid of death. In fact, I couldn’t wait to reunite with my brothers and my mate, but I was afraid of breaking Jasper’s heart.
After the ugly incident, he had been there for me, helping me battle my demons and making me a better person. He was the only one who didn’t see me as a madman, even though he knew I was one.
He was more than my best friend, more than my Beta. He was my brother.
Killing myself would only shatter his heart into pieces.
“A worthless madman like you doesn’t deserve to live. Pick it up!” a voice commanded, growling menacingly, as a strange breeze rolled the syringe to rest against my foot.
I recognized that voice. The voice of my demons.
“You are not a madman, Damon. I know that,” Ivy’s voice suddenly filled the room.
I turned my head to see her walking elegantly toward me.
“Don’t give in to your demons,” she instructed, her voice soft but authoritative. The effect rang in my head, erasing the suicidal thoughts that had consumed me.
As if under her spell, I picked up the syringe and the jar of wolfsbane, discarding them in my closet before turning to face her.
