NADIA
He isn't able to hide his shock at my request. He is flabbergasted so much that he opens his mouth to speak but closes them back in shock.
His eyes are wide and his hands are shaking violently. I didn't understand the reasoning for the dramatic reaction. I am only helping him bring his wish to pass. He wants me dead, I'm sure it would satisfy him to kill me himself.
Every rogue who walks into the pack is killed and tortured by him and his pack members, I must be the first in history who hasn't. I'm sure it would please him greatly if I join them.
I stretch the knife with more aggression again, tears now falling down my eyes uncontrollably. "Here. Kill me right now and save me from the pain. This is what you want, right? You want to be free from the unfortunate rogue you are mated to. You believe the moon goddess made a grave mistake and want to free yourself from my grasp. Please, don't let me go through so much pain. Give me a befitting death by stabbing me right here, right now. At least, I'm sure that it would be as quick as it could get. Or better still, if you have a gun, then I want you to shoot me. I can't go through the pain of rejection. That is literally the most slowly painful death any werewolf could ever go through, I am not strong enough to go through that. Just save me the pain and end my life now."
When his face hardens and he takes the knife from my hands, gripping it tightly, I know it is over for me for good. I close my eyes, ready to welcome the pain before the permanent darkness that would come with it.
When a few seconds pass and I feel nothing, I take a peek at him, hope blossoming in my chest.
Maybe he realizes that he couldn't hurt me like that. Maybe all it takes for him to want and accept me is for me to be at the point of death. Maybe he has finally acknowledged his mistakes and is ready to take accountability for them.
None of what I thought was the case was what was happening. All I am greeted with when I take a peek at him is a gun to my temple.
He still wants to kill me but at least, he wants it to be fast. I am not even sad about it. Yes, I hoped he would come back to his senses and since he didn't, I am going to accept whatever it gives me.
Infact, I am grateful that he has chosen to kill me with a gun rather than a knife. A knife would have made it slower and more painful since I would bleed to death but a gunshot to the right place would bring instant almost painless death.
His hands were shaking as he placed the cock of the gun on my forehead. Even the gun was shaking as he placed it tightly to the skin of my forehead.
I closed my eyes, tears falling down as my body shook in fear and pain.
Who would have thought I am going to die in the hands of my mate. I always thought two things would kill me —Him and my desperate attempt to run away from him. I have always thought my saving grace would be my mate. Who knew that he would even bring me closer to the end of my life on earth.
When the gun was taken away from my head, I snapped my eyes open, shocked that he hadn't shot me yet.
He isn't looking at me. His head is bent but his shoulders are shaking violently. I don't want to believe that he is crying but that is exactly what it looked like. Asher is crying.
"I can't. I can't do it. How can I…how could I…" He trails off, finally raising his head up so I can see him.
I was right, he is crying.
I'm shocked. I watched the most dangerous Alpha in the world break down because he couldn't kill me. Most people would have taken that as a good sign but I didn't. If anything, it makes me dislike him more.
He is crying because he doesn't have the balls to kill his mate.
He hates me so much that he is crying because his wolf didn't allow him to kill me.
I know it is the wolf that saved my life because even as he cries, his eyes flickered from black to their normal grey colour.
His wolf was fighting for dominance, wanting to take over and he is fighting him back.
He is crying because no matter how much he hates me, his wolf would never let him kill me. The greatest thing he can do is reject me.
If it is up to him, I would be six feet under the ground.
Maxwell steps in at that moment, dragging me to his back until his huge form is protecting me from Asher's murderous presence. "You can't hurt her. She is my mate. She is the one I have chosen to be my wife and the Luna of this pack. I would imprint on her. She isn't yours to kill."
I feel like Maxwell's intervention is a little hypocritical. It is medicine after death, if you ask me.
Where was he when I asked Asher to kill me? Where did he go when I handed him the knife? What was he doing when Asher took the knife in an attempt to stab me? What was he doing when a gun was placed at my temple? Why couldn't he protect me then? Why is it now, when Asher couldn't go through with the kill that he stepped in for me?
He couldn't protect me when someone was threatening to kill me but now that it is over, he is suddenly stepping in. If I don't know better, I would have said that he wanted Asher to kill me but I think I know better than to think like that.
I hope I know better.