Emotion Overload

~Janessa~

This week has gone by fast. Between the office and Drake's training, the days and nights have melted together into one big jumble. Drake has been training hard. I train with him in wolf form since he will be going against another Alpha. Drake does well with defending himself and he was able to get a few good hits. The issue is if he can save himself from death or not. No matter how much Drake trains, the fear inside of me does not dissipate. I'm terrified that I will lose him when I just got him.

'We need to mark him.'

'Sky, how will marking him help? It isn't as if me marking him will turn him.' Sky huffs in my head.

'I know. I wish we could turn him.'

'Well we can't. We may lose him, Sky. I don't know if I can take that.'

Sky stops responding and puts a block up. I know how she feels. The idea that Drake could lose his life is enough to send me into a tailspin and I don't know how to handle it. The silence in my office was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Hey Peaches. How are you feeling?" My dad has been in his room a lot since he's been back. He has helped Drake train a bit, but he has been mourning the loss of his bond with mother. I wish I could take his pain away. He swears he is okay, but there is a distant look in his eye and I know he is hurting. I don't really know what to say to him because he, basically, chose me over my mother and I can't imagine that was an easy thing to do.

"Daddy, I just…..I'm scared." I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. "He is a human and he will be going up against an Alpha wolf. Does he even have a chance? Should I just say goodbye now?"

"Did you mark him?" I have wanted to mark him since he stepped foot on packlands, but something kept me from doing so. I thought maybe I was just scared, but maybe I had a feeling that it would be too early to do so.

"No, daddy. I have wanted to, but I haven't done it." I could sense my dad getting closer to me. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me out of my chair to my feet. I wrap my arms around his waist and let go. My sobs get louder and louder while my dad rubs my back and holds me tight.

"I know baby, I know. Let it out. It's okay to not be strong for once." My dad continues with the words of encouragement while rubbing my back. After some time, my sobs taper until they are small hiccups. My father's shirt is wet under my head. My father pushes me back a bit so he can look in my eyes. "Peaches, it may be a good thing that you didn't mark him yet. I know you love him and he loves you, but marking him may have also signed your death certificate. I want to believe that he will survive because he is a strong man. He is stronger than any human I have ever come across. It's just that if he dies, you could die too had you marked him. I don't want to lose you; not like that." I can't even be upset with my dad. He voiced everything that has gone on in my head all week. I'm overcome with emotions and bury my face into his chest balling all over again. I'm not sure how long we sit this way; me crying and my dad soothing me.

I start to take deep breaths in an effort to calm myself and I caught a whiff of ocean and pine cones. I wonder how long Drake has been in the room. He clears his throat and I move away from my dad. He grabs my face in his hands and places his lips on my forehead. "I love you, Peaches." My father lets me go and starts to walk out of the room. He pats Drake on the back as he passes him.

"How long were you standing there?" Drake sighs.

"Long enough, though, I didn't need to see you breakdown to know that is how you have been feeling." Drake walks towards me until he settles in the spot my dad vacated. "I'm so sorry you are hurting this way, but I can't say that I'm sorry that we met." Drake caresses my cheek with his hand and places his other hand on my hip. "If tonight is my last night, I'm beyond grateful that I get to spend it with you. Despite all I have been through, I was able to make it out and make it to you. I can never, ever be upset at my life ending early because I got to spend a portion of it with you and that has been the best part of my life. I wouldn't change it for the world." I thought I had no more tears left, but I was wrong. They started to fall as Drake was talking and by the time he finished, I was sobbing again. Drake pulls me into him and kisses the top of my head. He picks me up bridal style and heads out of my office. We head up the stairs until we get to our bedroom.

Once in our bedroom, he places me on the bed and goes to close the door. Drake comes back and lies next to me. He pulls my hands away from my face, but I don't want him to see me this way so I try to bury my head into the mattress. "No, I want to see you. There is nothing you can do that would make me not want to lay eyes on you." Drake grabs my chin to turn my head towards him. I know my eyes are puffy and my cheeks are stained with tears. I may have some snot on my face, who knows. I'm positive that I look horrible, but the look in Drake's eyes says otherwise. He is looking at me like I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Drake leans in and slightly touches his lips to mine. The sparks make me moan in pleasure. Drake increases the pressure of his lips and tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth. I open my mouth and Drakes wastes no time in pushing his tongue through, touching me everywhere. My hands roam all over Drake's body. He breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes. "I want tonight to be the most intimate night we have had." I'm not sure what he means because we have had a few great nights. Drakes takes my right leg and traps it between his then puts my left leg on top of the pile. He pushes my right arm under his body to wrap me up in his arms. My left arm falls over him. Drakes lifts me up a bit so his face can fit in the crook of my neck. He kisses my chin so softly. "I just want to hold you like this. I want to inhale your scent and listen to your heartbeat. I want you to tell me your darkest secrets and I will tell you mine. I want this night to be remembered forever." That is how we spent the night before the challenge; wrapped up in each other while forgetting the rest of the world.