While I am still looking upon my girl in awe, it's impossible to not be beside myself in anger. The thought of Valley having to go through those horrors, especially at such a young age has me seeing red.
If those motherfuckers weren’t already dead, I would hunt them down and kill them myself.
No wonder why she has avoided our advances every step of the way.
How could she not? The very essence of our existence would be a reminder of everything she has lost.
The fact that she is even allowing me to sit with her in my arms right now speaks a lot about the kind of person Valentina Rossi is.
My girl had to hide herself away as a Beta just so she felt like she could be protected. She had to deny every single instinct that I have no doubt would be raging at her just so she could never be hurt again.
My girl had set herself up to spend the rest of her days packless as a person that needs to have others around her.
It's obvious to me that she is also on a cocktail of suppressants. The thought of what they could be doing to her body is unthinkable, especially right now as she remains curled in my arms.
Now that I have my girl, I don’t ever want to let her go.
It's an honor for her to have trusted me with as much as she has. To know that I am most likely the only person to know has a strange emotion clogging my throat.
For now, I silently vow to protect her with everything I am. She will never have to walk this earth alone again while she has me.
She will never have to look over her shoulder in fear.
And the day that she finally decides to go off her suppressants, I will be there for her every step of the way.
We sit in silence together and I breathe in every single moment. My hands trail up and down the delicate skin of her arms. I’m unable to hide the smile from my face as I look at the way her flesh pebbles under my touch.
It makes me long for the scent that she is locking away from me. I want it just as much as my next breath.
It's selfish to want something like that from her but I never claimed to be a good man. Rather the opposite in fact.
Because if it is what I am suspecting, Valentina’s scent will indicate that she is mine. More so than I already know.
And not in the way of me just declaring it to the world.
No, it will be on a whole other level.
A scent-matched level.
I never thought I’d want that kind of connection with someone ever again. After losing Gwen, the idea of falling in love again after her was unthinkable.
In a way, finding happiness while she was dead almost felt like a stain to her memory in a way.
But now that I have allowed myself to actually think back to her and who she was to her core, I know that she never would have wanted us to be unhappy.
I know that she would have wanted us to find love.
And to find that kind of love with someone that has the potential to be my second chance at a mate is a blessing from the heavens. One I know Gwen would have had a part in.
She always loved looking after us in little ways like that.
I know that she would have loved Valentina. That they would have hit it off from the start.
Valley must be able to sense my subtle shift in mood as she sits up and turns to me.
“Whats wrong? Are you okay? Was I overstepping?”
Placing a hand on top of hers I smile at her. My inner thoughts are cheering at the preciousness in front of us. Even after pouring her trauma out to me, her own bleeding heart still laying in her hands, she is already thinking about me and how to make me feel better.
