Chapter 95 When She Remembers
Kristen's POV
"Are you sure about this?" Janette asks, staring at me with uncertainty as if she's me.
And I nod, giving her a small smile. And he nods in return.
"Just call my name if you need me. I have extraordinarily keen ears, so I will hear." She adds.
Again, I give her a firm nod with my smile still on my face. She's quite beefy with a fearful look, but she's such a big softie with me.
I blow out a big puff of breath to calm my insides because I am here in front of Calhoun's study. They even said he'd be the one to suck the venom out of my system.
But I'm mildly scared and mildly nervous because he had refused to let me see him when Bruce took me to his office this afternoon.
I blow out another puff of breath because I haven't even made any attempt to make use of my hand. And now, I want to.
When I raise my hand up, I wince at the sudden pain in my elbow, but that doesn't stop me from knocking as softly as I can.
There's no response because I'm sure my knock isn't audible, so I bite on my bottom lip and knock even harder this time, wincing and immediately snatching my hand away because of the pain in my bones.
The door suddenly creaks open, and Bruce shoots his head out.
His mouth parts in shock on seeing that it's just me out here, in my wheelchair.
He blinks, closes his mouth shut, then opens his mouth again
He repeats the action twice like he just saw something he isn't supposed to see.
"Kristen?" He blinks on seeing me. Then his mouth parts, and he throws his head back and informs the person inside, that I am outside with his voice audible.
Now what?
I take a hard hurtful gulp because Calhoun knows I'm here right now, outside his study.
Will he send me away again?
"Let her in," The deep voice of Calhoun commands authoritatively, and Bruce suddenly steps away from the door and fully comes out to meet me.
My heart is pumping really hard in my chest, and I can feel it slamming against my ribcage. Because Calhoun has finally agreed to meet with me.
Bruce moves over to the back of my wheelchair and wheels me inside.
It seems that Calhoun doesn't want me to see his face just yet, because he has his back facing me when I am inside his study. He's wearing a gray sweatshirt and has his hands tucked in the pockets of his black pants.
I blow out a low breath, then suddenly wish my hands wouldn't hurt if I fidget with them.
"I'm here to talk to you, Alpha Calhoun," I say, in an attempt to
sound bold but my voice is shaky at the end.
Bruce folds his arms on his chest and stares at the back of Calhoun, waiting for him to turn around and face me this time.
I gulp.
"Just turn around so we can talk. You can't avoid staring at me forever. Ben, Alpha Gregory's son said you were with me all the time I was unconscious." I blurt out.
And Bruce looks at Calhoun.
"I will give you guys privacy." He announces.
"Alpha Calhoun," Bruce calls out, staring at the back of Calhoun who isn't even moving. Calhoun is just the way he has been since I came in. I doubt if he's even breathing because of how stiff he is, like a statue, giving out that he's holding his breath.
"You know you can't talk to her with your back to her. You should drop that silly act of yours already, and face your mate." Bruce's
voice is hard.
"Turn around to face her. Let her see you. She doesn't even know what you look like." These are his last words before he gives me a light pat on his shoulder, turns away from Calhoun, walks out of the study, and closes the door behind him.
Calhoun suddenly lets out a big puff of breath, which gives out that he has finally released the inhale he had held captive earlier on.
He seems to be contemplating on facing me or not, while I stay where I am in my wheelchair, not like I can even move without support. But I am waiting for him to face me.
After what it feels like forever, he finally turns to me.
And my heart makes a leap so high that I nearly faint.
Because the man in front of me is possibly the most handsome man I have ever seen since I regained consciousness.
His dark-brown hair is styled in an undercut. And his ocean-blue eyes and hard unforgiving mouth compliments his looks even more.
I watch as his mouth parts gradually and tremble when he lets out a low sigh.
Several minutes pass, and we don't say a word to each other. Instead, we keep staring at ourselves and taking notice of every little thing
about the other.
And I can't help but feel stupid, because I came here to talk to him, even told him that. But the words suddenly died out in my throat when he turned to face me.
Although I can't remember anything, from what I've been told by Ben, I suffered a lot since I came to know him.
I feel describing him as handsome feels like an insult. Beautiful is the word that suits him, even though he's a male. He's so good-looking that it hurts to even look at him.
My mouth parts in surprise when he begins walking in my direction.
He hunks down to my height when he's close to me, and my nose basks in his musk of lemons and clean male sweat, which is rather intoxicating and different from Ben's kind of smell. I like Calhoun's
own more.
"You don't remember anything, do you?" He asks after a gulp that makes his Adam Apple to bubble.
"I don't, but I know everything," I reply, with my skin tingling with discomfort because I am suddenly conscious of my appearance at this point. His piercing blue gaze is beginning to get intense on me.
Calhoun looks away from me, but I don't fail to see the want and longing in his eyes.
My heart is doing a dangerous somersault in my chest because I start
to remember Ben's words.
Does this man have feelings for me or they're just reading him
wrong?
His eyes speak so many things. They held so much in them when he
looked at me.
"I am going to kiss you now.." He says breathlessly, and when he returns his eyes to mine, I see the storm of desire in them.
My breath suddenly gets caught up in my throat, because this is
happening too fast. This is the last thing I expect him to say.
Calhoun looks away from me and slips out something from his pocket. Then raises it to my face.
It's a tiny vessel containing this brownish liquid.
"The doctors made this antidote, and you can't drink it or you'll die.
So I have to drink it and kiss you, to suck out all of Jack's venom in your system." He lets out a breath, while I stare back at him, open- mouthed.
I am so confused right now, from all that I just heard.
"When I kiss you, you'll remember everything and shift into your
wolf so your paralyzed limbs will immediately fix themselves when you shift back into your human form," Calhoun adds, with his eyes
never leaving mine.
"Will it hurt?" I blurt out, then bite on my bottom lips because his gaze on me is making me feel really uncomfortable.
"Doctor Seth said it would affect me, but since I am an Alpha. The effect of it will suddenly go away after some time," Calhoun
whispers, leaning towards me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I inquire with concern because I
am scared he'd suffer great pain because of me.
"For you Kristen, I can do anything. You've suffered so much. And I
don't mind bearing the pain," Calhoun replies with honesty evident in his voice and eyes, then he drinks out of the antidote before putting the empty bottle aside.
Panting and puffing out a breath, I close my eyes shut and Calhoun
doesn't even wait for a second as he leans forward and takes my lip into his mouth where I can feel the hotness from his mouth.
I tighten my eyes because Calhoun is kissing me and letting his tongue seek entrance into my mouth.
I give him access, and he kisses me harder.
His mouth is hot and has a faint scent. The heat of his mouth is
seething into mine, as he kisses me even harder, making my brain
spin.
I can feel something seething out of my body the more Calhoun kisses me, then something strikes through my brain, and all the memories start piling themselves in my head.
When my young mother would hit me and then cry along with me. We suffered because she could barely put food on the table. And how she did odd jobs so she could enroll me in preschool. My first wolf transformation was at age thirteen when I broke all the bones in my body and finally shifted into my wolf. No one was around to help me because Mom was away.
My first boyfriend at school and my first sex when I turned nineteen.
Down to the breakup. Maddy and Sapphire who consoled me. And my twenty-first birthday when I was dared by my friends to hook up with someone at the club and then I approached Calhoun, who had sex with me in the backseat of his car.
Only to find out the next morning that he was my mother's husband, my stepfather, and also my mate. Everything flashes through my mind. Sex at the cottage, the Rejection because mom almost took her own life, me going through
a heartbreak phase because I still had feelings for Calhoun, and our meeting at the Yacht party. Where a whole lot happened. Layla's death, how I jumped into the sea to save Ben's brother.
And when Calhoun defended me at Layla's funeral because people
were starting to shade me with insults.
Calhoun engaged me, and faked his own death because he wanted to
kill his enemies.
went to the hospital because I thought I was ill, only to be told I was
pregnant.
Oh my god! I can't believe I am actually pregnant, carrying Calhoun's
child.
I gasp audibly into Calhoun's mouth when my memory lane plays the part where Jack stood in the middle of the road and we stopped the car. He threatened to kill Maddy and Sapphire if I didn't go with him. Fast-forward to where he kept me locked up in a cage and I saw over two hundred cages containing several tortured women.
Jack gave me bread and when I ate out of it, I puked. He tried to hurt
me but I shifted and my wolf tried to protect me from him. An upset Jack killed Sarah, dragged me into a room full of dead naked women.
He traumatized me, tried to rape me and when I told him I was pregnant, he wanted to get the baby out of me.
And when it looked like someone was coming to my rescue, Jack
forced the indigo venom into my mouth, before I passed out.
Meanwhile, Calhoun has stopped kissing me and is currently stiff like a statue, with his mouth suddenly cold. "Calhoun..." I choke out after taking my lips off his.
Tears are welling up in my eyes, and a dull pain spreads through my
chest.
Because I've finally regained my memory. I can remember everything now.
"Take the form of your wolf, Kristen," Calhoun whispers with his
eyes creasing into their sockets, and his large body trembles before
he slumps to the ground and loses consciousness.