Chapter 36 The Brutality of an Alpha
Quinn's POV
My body trembled. Cold sweat beaded all over my body and face.
I wanted to call Grayson for help but my open mouth didn't let out a word. I wanted to scream that I was scared but the scream was only heard inside my own head. Only my body spoke, only my stiff body signaled that I was scared.
Until finally our eyes met.
In no time I felt my eyes heat up. Something wet came out of my eyes and down my cheeks.
And that's when I saw Grayson's eyes darken. His hands were clenched into fists that made his veins visible.
Then the growling sounded. It was like the sound of an alert wolf, an angry wolf ready to attack its enemy.
Those dark eyes then flashed with fury as they looked at the three men who had almost harassed me.
A cold, sharp, and powerful voice that had never been heard before was finally heard this time....
"I will kill you."
Every word was full of emphasis. It wasn't a statement but it was a decision. Absolute.
"It is stated in the country's regulations that a werewolf cannot kill a human or-"
It happened so fast when Grayson suddenly jumped at the man who was talking, kicking him with his foot until he hit the wall, making the wall crack and the room shake.
I wanted to scream in shock. But all that came out of my mouth was a small whimper. Which then made Grayson look at me again.
This time he looked at me with a gentle and calm yet deadly look. It was that calmness that was dangerous because it was a sign that a storm was coming.
And sure enough, a second later Grayson shifted his gaze from me, to the three men. Like a wolf ready to catch prey, he jumped up and pulled out sharp nails I'd never seen before.
He used those sharp nails to claw at their backs and chests. Blindly, he beat the three men. He kicked, punched, threw, and clawed their bodies randomly, brutally.
Blood splashed everywhere. On his face, on my face, all over this place.
This warm place full of memories, my old home, now turned into a warzone in an instant. Everything was a mess, corners that were once untouched were now full of blood.
Grayson had no mercy. He heard nothing else and he saw nothing but those three bastards.
I wanted to stop him.
I wanted Grayson to stop before killing them.
It's not that I'm unhappy he's beating up those bastards. I'm satisfied, but I don't want him to kill them. Giving them cuts all over their bodies was enough because I didn't want him to break the law.
I don't want Grayson's good name as an ice hockey star that he's worked so hard to earn to be wiped out because of those three bastards who don't even have brains.
I don't want Grayson's career to be ruined by beating them to death. I don't want his struggle to go against his family's wishes to become the most talented ice hockey player to be in vain.
I don't want to ruin Grayson's life because he helped me. Because I wouldn't be happy if the help he gave me harmed him.
I sincerely appreciate his help. But in moderation. Just enough.
And... I don't want my next visit to see him transfer to prison.
And so with restraint and against my fears, I crawled over to remind him. I touched his leg when he was about to throw another punch.
"Enough."
Of the many things I wanted to say, only that one came out of my mouth.
Even so, that one word was enough to make Grayson stop. He looked down at me, who was crumpled on the floor because I didn't have the strength to stand up.
Then as if gaining additional strength, I nodded and spoke a few words again. "That's enough, Grayson. Stop it. They could die."
Grayson did stop, no longer beating them, but he didn't answer me either. His breathing rose and fell like he'd been sprinting. His neck veins were protruding and his bloodied hands were still clenched tightly.
From just touching, I then hug his legs as tightly as possible, hoping he would listen to me.
Now my tears not only soaked my cheeks and shirt but also his pants. I buried my face deeply. "I don't want you to become a murderer, Gray Bear."
"I failed to take care of mine." Finally, that familiar voice came back. It was deeper, more emotional, and louder, but I was relieved that he had regained consciousness.
"No, you came just in time. You came right before those bastards did. You didn't fail," I said reassuringly.
His shoulders, which had been rising and falling violently, slowly slowed down. His labored breathing slowly began to normal. And the eyes that had darkened earlier, now began to return to their original color, looking at me.
Now his eyes were full of worry. His touch is full of tenderness. And his hug brought calmness.
Grayson took me into his big body. And I sink, shrink, into that hug. I hoped this hug could protect me from the trauma I felt. I hope it doesn't end and make me feel lonely again. I hope after this he not only hugs me but also takes me away from here.
Tonight Grayson showed that even though he is human, he fights like a ferocious animal. He showed that he is an Alpha who has no mercy for anyone who touches me that he claims as his own.
Tonight Grayson is like a wolf who will do anything to protect his pack. He's like a wolf who will set the world on fire the moment anyone disturbs his thing.
And as if he knew my heart feeling, he finally picked me up, carried me away from this place.
I didn't want to go back there. I don't want to set foot in the place I just called my most comfortable home. Because now it has become the place where I got traumatized and almost got hurt.
I don't want to be alone either. I wanted Grayson to stay with me all night. I want him to hold me until I fall asleep. And I want when I wake up, I can see his face. I wanted him to be by my side when I opened my eyes in the morning to reassure me that this was all just a bad dream.