Torn between two

Chapter 16

Dunya’s POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, in an empty bed. It’s 6 am and Elijah had probably woken up earlier. I turn off the alarm, stretch for a bit and get up, deciding I should shower next. I put my hair in a messy bun, not wanting it to get wet; I don’t have the time nor energy to handle my hair right now. I jump in, turning the water to hot and my muscles relax instantly. I’m sore everywhere from last night, Elijah wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to make me come, till I passed out. The thought of the situation brings a huge smile on my face, that man is out of this world.

I wrap myself in a towel and step out of the bathroom; time to find something to wear. I see a few different shopping bags top of a dress; let's see what Mr. Whitlock bought me. Tops, pants, skirts, underwear, toothbrush, make up, hair accessory. Jeesh. How did he know my sizes...? I feel like Anastasia Steele in Fifty shades of Gray.

I quickly dress up, put on some light make up, brush my hair and teeth and grab my phone. I head downstairs and a delicious smell hits my nose, bacon. Yummy. I run to the kitchen to see Elijah in front of the stove.

“Good morning.” He says and turns the stove off. How did he know I was here...?

“Good morning” I say and go to him, wrapping my hands around his waist. He pulls me into a gentle kiss.

“Are you hungry?” he asks with a grin.

“I really am.” he gives me a peck on the forehead and leads me to the dining area. I’m shocked beyond words at what I see. There’s everything on the table! And I mean everything! Fruit, berry's, pancakes, waffles, eggs, toast, bacon, yoghurt and so on. Elijah chuckles at my expression, my jaw is probably about to hit the floor.

“I didn’t know what you liked...” he grins.

“Are you crazy? Did you make all of this? We’re not in a romantic movie. What the hell Elijah?” I exclaim.

“Well, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for...” he says with an apologetic tone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that... It’s just such a waste of food...” I turn to him and hold his hand. “Did you really make all of this by yourself?”

“Well, Gerald helped, but yeah...” he says with a shy smile. I wrap my hands around his waist and snuggle my head on his chest.

“Thank you, Elijah. No-one's ever done something like this for me.” I try to hold back my tears. “At least it won't all go to waste, come let's eat.”

“Actually...” he starts, but I interrupt him “You’ve already eaten?” I ask looking up at him and he nods. For f***s sake.

“Then go get Mr. Whitlock!” I say and make my way to the table.

“Yes. Mam!” he does a salute and walks away. Jesus, what the hell is this seriously. No-one's ever done anything even remotely close to this. Am I still sleeping? Did I hit my head at some point? No, I probably died on the plane on my way to Greece, and this is Heaven.

I ate as much as I could, without throwing up. Mr. Whitlock refused to eat with me, something about etiquettes. So, I packed some of it for lunch. I still had time; so, I sat on Elijah’s lap on the sofa. It sucks that I have to go to work, but that’s life; it can’t all be highs.

Elijah was deep in thought, stroking my back gently as I lay my head on his shoulder. I wondered when we’d see each other again. Last night was so intimate, I didn’t know how to be without him. I planted a small kiss on his cheek, and he looked at me.

“Will you come back here after work?” he asked almost whispering. Before I got the chance to answer he continued: “I’ll have to go back home for a couple days, so, I’d like to spend as much time with you, as possible.”

“Of course, I’d love to.” I said and stroked his cheek, pulling him to a kiss. “When will you be going back? And how long?”

“I'll be flying on Wednesday; I don’t know yet when I’ll be able to come back.”

“Ohh...” I just managed to mumble. He has to go so soon.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” he said reassuringly and kissed me again. Our kiss deepened to full on make-out session. I would have gone further if it weren’t for Mr. Whitlock clearing his throat.

“We should get going, so you won’t be late for work, miss.” he said and quickly exited the room.

Elijah mumbled “cockblock” under his breath which made me chuckle. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and got up. He held on to my hand and pulled me back to him, kissing me passionately.

“Straight back here, when you get off from work!” he demanded still holding my hand.

“Yes, sir!” I said and saluted him, making him chuckle.

***

Layla’s POV

Sunday evening

After the gathering Amelia left back to the states, she had to see the witch council. Daniel went straight to his room and hasn’t come out since. It’s almost midnight, and he hasn’t come out to eat. This whole situation is taking a toll on him, my heart aches for my brother. The least I can do is bring him some comfort.

I asked the omega in the kitchen to make Daniel some dinner and I’ll take it upstairs. I’m surprised he’s managed this long without eating, usually he has something in his mouth wherever he goes. I pick up the tray of food and go to his room. I knock several times and call out for him, with no answer. Well, I did knock, I’m just going in.

I open the door and the tray crashes down from my hands, as I witness the scene in front of me. Daniel is lying on the floor his eyes pitch black, canines and claws out. The room is a mess, it looks like a hurricane went through there. Daniel lets out a loud growl as he spasms.

“Daniel where’s the potion?” I ask as my tears run down my cheek. No answer, I try to mind link his wolf Axel, but still nothing. f**k. “Erik!” I shout and he comes instantly.

“Eric find the potion!” I manage to command between my sobs. He’s searching and tossing the room, with no luck. “Daniel, where is the potion?!?” I shout at him as if it’s going to help.

“Call Amelia!” my head snaps to Eric, who had the same idea, as he was dialing already.

“Amelia, what should we do? Daniel is having a seizure again?” I hear Eric ask, but I block him out as I’m trying to mind link Daniel or Axel, if they’d somehow hear me. Daniel grunts in pain, his face burning red. Why is he doing this to himself? Why can’t he be selfish for once? Eric shakes my trembling body and snaps me from my thoughts. “Amelia made more just in case, here” he says and hands me the vile. “I’ll open his mouth; he only needs one drop.” he continues.

With shaking hands, I squeeze the pipet in the vile, drawing the potion. I move the pipet to his mouth and squeeze it, till a drop lands his tongue. Nothing happens, he’s still grunting in pain. f**k It, I drop another and a third. He seems to calm down, his canines and claws withdraw back, he closes his eyes. His breathing steadies and I sigh deeply. I wipe my tears and we carry him to his almost torn apart bed.

“I’ll stay with him tonight, thank you Eric.” I sit down on his bed, beside him and stroke his head gently. Eric kisses my forehead after placing the vile on the nightstand. He cleans up the mess I made with the food and leaves us alone.

I wake up, maybe few hours later; he’s trembling again. Not again! I quickly take the vile and give him more of the potion. This time, it calms him down easier, he drifts off to sleep right away.

*

“Layla?” Daniel asks softly, as he shakes me up. I jump up and look at him.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine... What are you doing here?” he asks confused and rubs his swollen eyes.

“You had another episode last night, and it looked bad Danny... Look at your room...” I manage to murmur. He looks around in confusion and sighs.

“Tell me you didn’t give me the potion again?” he asks softly with furrowed brows and rubs his temple.

“I had to, Danny you looked like you were in a lot of pain. I couldn’t get to you, or Axel for that matter...” I answer apologetically.

“How could you!? It was my choice, and I got rid of the potion for a reason!” he yells at me and punches the bed frame, making me flinch at his sudden outburst.

“I had no choice! You were torturing yourself! And for what? A mate that doesn’t want you? A mate that’s f*****g a vampire!?” I snap at him, regretting every word immediately as I spat them out. His face darkens with anger and sorrow. My heart aches for him, I try to comfort him and reach out to his shoulder. “Danny I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

He flinches and steps back from me. “You think I don’t know all that? I have finally found her after 10 f*cking years; you think I’m going to let that go? We share a connection; she just hasn’t realized that yet...” he pauses and sighs deeply. “I don’t want the mate bond to weaken, it fades away with every drop of that potion. I don’t want to feel so hollow again, I don’t want to lose her Layla!”

“She let him bite her Danny!” He looks at me with sudden sorrow in his eyes. I should just bolt my mouth shut. Why did I blurt that out!? He did not need to know that! Daniel curses and punches a whole through the wall. I run to him trying to calm him down, but he bolts to the window and jumps down. He runs to the woods shifting mid-run.

Me and my big f*cking mouth...

Dunya’s POV

It was finally Wednesday evening, and Elijah was about to leave. We’d spend two days together, in our perfect little bubble. Excluding work, I had spent every minute with him. It felt weird that I’d had to go to my lousy apartment after our time together, but he promised he’d be back soon.

I haven’t heard anything from Daniel nor Layla, which was weird, because Layla called, texted or showed to work every day before. Now she hadn’t called me or texted me back since Sunday. I wonder what’s going on.

Elijah drove me home before his flight, he’d insisted that I’d stay at his place with Mr. Whitlock, but that felt really weird. The man barely spoke to me, how was I supposed to stay with him for few days. Besides, I had my own apartment, it wasn’t like I lived with him. He escorted me to my front door and pulled me for a long and lustful kiss.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too” he said and leaned in for another kiss. “I’ll be back soon; I just have to handle a few things back home.”

“I know, but this still sucks.” I frowned and bit my lower lip.

“You’re not making this easy for me.” he leaned in and hungrily kissed my lips. He stopped and looked at me lustfully.

“It’s not my job to make it easy for you.” I said with a smirk.

“F*ck, I love that smile of yours.” he said while brushing his thumb across my lips. “And these lips.” he said with a husky voice, he kissed my lips and went down to my neck, nibling and kissing. “And this neck...” My heart began racing faster, his kisses made me tremble under his touch.

“Elijah, you have to go...” I could barely murmur. “You will be late to your flight.”

“The plane doesn’t leave without me, perks of a private plane.” he winked and continued with his kissing. Private plane, of course, what did I expect.

“Well, private or not, it’s rude to be late.”

“Are you sure you want me to stop?” he said quizzingly, making me blush. No, I didn’t want him to stop! But he really does need to leave.

“No, but the quicker you leave, the quicker you’ll be back.”

“You do have a point there.” he winked. We said our goodbyes and he left, leaving me all horny and alone. Well f**k, I did not think this through, vibrator it is.