Chapter 150: Fallen angel on motorbike

Elias’s POV

My lungs are burning from how hard I’ve been moving non-stop for seven hours.

I have been walking. Running. Jogging. Powerwalking. I’ve been doing everything to make sure Noah’s name doesn’t cross my mind.

I had to wake up and tear myself away from Noah’s side as early as three a.m. It was hard, but it is the smartest thing I would ever do.

The struggle to completely possess him was back. The shadow was driving my senses. I needed to take control of Noah or leave his side. I knew leaving hickeys on his skin wouldn’t be enough, so I chose to run.

"Fuck" I curse. I fall to the grass as I pant to get air back into my system.

My muscles are burning and I am likely to become immobile in the next few hours.

"Oi, stranger. Water?" Damien’s voice asks and I whip around to see him. I didn’t hear him pulling up behind me on his motorbike.

"Your fallen angel with two invisible horns and black wings has arrived" he wriggles his brows and I acknowledge him with a flat look before ignoring him. I’m not in the mood for him and his barbaric nonsense.

"Asshole, drink some water" he says and toss the bottle at me.

To an outsider he looks like a man who is casually sitting and smoking on his motorbike. To me my older brother, who is half-naked and staring at me with a shit eating grin, is here for chaos causing.

I know he’s here to tease me.

He’s like a vulture waiting to scavenge on the dying animal.

"They’ve left?" I ask as I lift the bottle to my mouth. My hand shakes and some of the cool liquid spills on my sweaty body.

"You know Lucas and Kai will protect Noah, right?" he asks in a gentle voice, and I swallow the water in a hurry.

"Fuck off" I hiss as I wipe the fluid off with the back of my hand like Noah used to do as kid. Fuck. I didn’t even want to think of his name.

"Why are you here?" I growl at Damien, straightening up to glare at him despite how hard my entire body is shaking.

"Someone needed to make sure you don’t throw yourself off a cliff or something. Phew, you look pathetic in love. Is your cold, dead heart beating yet?" my brother asks and I throw the empty water bottle at him.

"Fuck off" I hiss for the second time like it’s our personalized motto.

"Ohh...so no denial here. Elias Deus, are you really in love?"

I keep on walking while he starts to laugh like a maniac. He already knows the answer to his question. I’m ashamed to say it out loud again after saying the words to Noah’s back last night.

’I love you, Noah.’

Fuck.

My body shudders at the memory of my own words. I sounded the exact way I felt as at that moment; desperate. I was desperate to keep him. He would have asked me to kill myself on the spot and I would have done it.

"Go wash up and come for breakfast. Mom would like to see you alive at the table, baby bro" Damien says and revs the engine of his motorbike. He drives off after raising an unnecessary storm of dust and smoke.

"Bastard" I spit, holding on to the side of my stomach to keep myself from breaking apart.

My lonely walk back to the mansion is long and painful. My alpha keeps growling Noah’s name. And my body is barely holding up.

When I arrive in my room my legs give up and I fall to my knees with a groan.

At the faint smell of Noah’s strawberry scent that is already fading from the air, I slam the door shut and drop my head to the hard floor.

I miss him.

He hasn’t been gone for a full day and I already miss him. "I can’t survive this" I confess to the floor before pulling myself up.

I can’t cope in this room without him. Everything else is still the same but it feels different. My rocks are impeccably arranged, the watches are left in the exact distance I measured out, and my books are perfectly lined up according to size.

All my belongings are here, but the most important possession is missing. No Noah, no sanity.

I drag my fingers through my sweat slicked hair before stumbling towards the bathroom.

The first sight that greets me as I step in has to be the most perfect thing in the world, because for the first time in my life, I appreciate Noah’s messiness.

His clothes are discarded carelessly on the floor. His boxers is sitting in the washbasin. It’s a mess. A mess made by my messy angel.

I let out a soft laugh as I pick the clothes off the floor and take his boxers out of the washbasin. And without using a single neuron in my brain, I lift them all to my nose and take a deep breath of his scent.

Fuck. Like nicotine being pumped into my bloodstream, my eyes flutter shut and my alpha relaxes.

"I should call him" I mutter, still rubbing my face into his clothes like a pervert.

Maybe I am a pervert. I’m a pervert for my husband.

I take a step towards my bedroom to drop the clothes on my bed, but I stop when I accidentally kick a pair of shoes. White sneakers.

With a scowl, I look at the shoes and tilt my head.

It’s one of the shoes I bought for Noah at Jennie’s store. Why would he leave his shoes in the bathroom and how long have they been sitting here?

I drop the clothes in the washbasin and slowly squat to pick the shoes. My muscles clench in protest, yet my goal is clearer. Something is wrong with this situation. Noah might be messy, but he is not this messy.

I pick up the shoes with their laces and examine them. Immediately, my face scrunches up in disgust as I see the dried saliva on the left one.

"What the fuck?"

Someone spat on my omega?

My brain replays the memories of the past few days, looking for all the possible ways this could have happened without my knowledge.

I always watch Noah like an obsessed monster and I’m sure he didn’t wear these shoes yesterday. That simple fact tells me that this didn’t happen as recently as three days ago.

Who the fuck did I leave him with? I know Lucas would never do this. He already takes Noah as a brother.

The driver and the dumb assistant at the gate.