69 Not A Damsel In Distress

Tears and blood made their faces messy and unrecognizable.

If only their people could see them now.

By this point, I've decided to forgo being the weak girl who needed to be saved.

Screw anger management.

I was so blinded by pent up anger and rage that I hadn't even realized that the back door had opened again until a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me off of the male I was currently violently beating.

The sprinkling of sparks danced along the exposed areas of my arm.

Just the comforting tingles were a tell-tale sign of who it was that had entered, but my currently murderous mindset could not be swayed.

I continued to punch downwards like a machine built only to hit and punch in set intervals.

"That's enough, mate," the familiar voice interjected, drifting into my ears like the swirling mist of heat from a cup of green tea.

Eros.

I don't know why but at the sound of his voice, my entirely rigid and stiff body had relaxed.

My bloody hands lost purpose and completely uncurled from the painful fist that I had retained in order to continue punching the man underneath me.

Almost immediately, I was leaning into his embrace, my face seemingly cold when I realized that I must have been crying for a while now.

My chest was heaving repeatedly at each intake of air while my entire body seemed to be trembling like a drug addict.

Somehow, just the thought of knowing that Eros was here made me feel safe and protected.

All of my worries and sorrows disappeared just with his comforting tone of voice and warm touch.

And all my defenses and barriers came shattering down in a mass array until I was a sobbing mess in his arms.

I was truly really tired of all of this.

The constant paranoia and fear that enveloped me like a cocoon were already suffocating enough as it is.

"W-What took you so long?" I sobbed out uncontrollably, completely losing my cool when I buried my face into the crook of his neck as if to seek comfort.

"Sorry, Emira," he murmured into my hair with this tone of voice that sounded so regretful and sincere it made me cry again.

I knew that Eros could smell something on me because his entire body had stiffened by now.

His jaw clenched tightly while his fingers slightly dug into the fabric of my shirt, tight but not enough to hurt me.

It was obvious he didn't want to cause me any harm, choosing to push down his rage and anger while trying his best to comfort me.

Yet, the red that started to tinge his beautiful blue eyes told me just how close he was to losing control.

I didn't say anything, choosing to wrap my arms around his neck and closing the distance between us.

In return, his strong arms encircled my waist and comfortingly patted my back until I hiccuped the last of my sobs out.

At this point in time, I've come to realize just how much I needed Eros.

Just the thought of him managed to keep me calm.

Only he seemed to keep my inner monsters at bay.

And I felt more comforted just by his mere presence.

Possibly because he had succeeded in making me as dependent on him as possible, to the point that I didn't want to go back to being without him.

I could save myself but I much rather have him save me instead.

It's too tiring playing heroine to myself while being too prideful to ask for help.

I liked him too much to care about face or pride anymore.

It's bad, I know.

But I just don't care—I couldn't afford to care.

With that thought in mind, I tightened my arms around his neck, set my chin against his shoulders and hung onto him like a baby monkey.

He carefully, almost cautiously, lifted me into his arms and kicked the body of one of the unconscious males out of the way when he walked towards the door again.

I was terribly exhausted now, choosing to nestle my face against his neck and lovingly rub and nudge my nose against his warm skin.

I sighed out in comfort.

He stiffened lightly at my slightly instinctive action until I nudged his jaw and chin with my nose in hopes of calming his raging beast.

From what I know, this action meant submission, yielding and conforming to him as my Alpha.

It was odd that I could do this rather smoothly like it was built into my DNA. I quickly brushed that awry thought aside.

Eros' tensed muscles relaxed slightly when I heard him murmur out my name against my hair with this extremely longing tone of voice.

By now, my tears have finally subsided.

When I paid attention to my surroundings again, I realized that he had managed to transport me into a vehicle with two large males in the front seats, steering the car.

Heaving a soft sigh, I continued to cling onto him like he was my last anchor only to know that he was also holding me just as tight.

I didn't care as to where he was taking me because I trusted him enough to know that wherever it is, it would be safe.