His Beta's Daughter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

I would be lying if I claimed to know what woke me up in the middle of the night, but I suddenly found myself with the insatiable thirst for water. I didn’t have to go far to quench my thirst, but once I was laying in bed, I could not help but to lay awake. I knew, without a doubt, that I wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon. I could try as much as I wanted to, and it wasn’t going to get me anywhere. And I knew that it had everything to do with my curiosity in terms of Samantha, my eagerness to know how she was coping with everything that was happening to her. But as much as I wanted to know how she was doing, I also knew that it was none of my business. It was not my role or responsibility to check up on her, although, she is living under my roof. Perhaps that gives me the right to go there? It was something that I wasn’t entirely sure about, and I didn’t want to do something that was out of line in Samantha’s books. Goodness knew that I had already overstepped the boundaries mor

I did my best not to pull myself back towards him when Elijah started lowering me onto the toilet, and I couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for even wanting him to keep me that close to him in the first place. But it was a feeling that I couldn’t help, a reaction that seemed as natural to me as breathing. I had felt better when he had been carrying me, and now that I was sitting on the cold toilet again, I could do no more than to feel sick again. I didn’t need to think too hard to know that all of these things were the effects of shifting, but this isn’t what it was explained to me as. I felt like I was dying, to say the least. Surely, this wasn’t how it was supposed to feel? My skin felt itchy, sticky from the sweat that Elijah had pointed out, and my limbs felt like they no longer belonged to me. I doubted that I would have been able to walk here by myself, even if I had wanted to. And the fact that I had managed to make it half of the way here, was a miracle in itself. “I’m ju

After the lovely lecture on what to do and what not to do during this part of the shifting process, Elijah decided that it was time for him to go and shower as well. In his own words, he said that it would be best if he were to do something productive with his time instead of just sitting around and bothering me, when I already had a heap of my own things to worry about. I had to admit that I thought it to be rather considerate, especially since I was genuinely tired of his company - and I did not mean it in a rude way. The only thing that kept me from completely winding down, was the fact that Elijah had left the door open on his way out. He had done it earlier as well, but I had been hoping that he would close it this time, especially since I was feeling much better than I had been before. But there was no point in calling him back to close it, because I had no doubt that my request would be followed by a series of questions that I wouldn’t want to answer. I had heard him talking

As I walked back to Alpha Elijah’s house, I could not help but wonder what I would need to do in order to keep Samantha sane. My own first shift hadn’t gone very well, and I had been one of the few people who had nearly lost their lives - naturally. Just thinking about the whole thing again made my heart start to beat unnaturally faster. I didn’t know whether or not I would be able to deal with it if the same thing started to happen with Samantha. The first thing that I was going to do, was going to do, was to tell Alpha Elijah what was happening and to insist that he order a pack doctor to come to us immediately. I didn’t want to take any risks, especially not with a child who wasn’t even my responsibility in the first place. If anything, Luke needed to step up and come and support his daughter. But he couldn’t do that if Samantha was being stubborn either. I knew that I could always take matters into my own hands and get Beta Luke to come and look after his daughter without Alpha

I had been expecting Gwen to jump at the opportunity to speak to me, to tell me about all of the traumas that she had endured during her shift, but instead of that happening, she merely just continued to sit there and look at me, clearly contemplating whether or not it was a good idea for her to speak to me. I, on the other hand, felt somewhat irritated by the fact that she was even hesitating in the first place. After all, what reason could she possibly have not to talk to me about all of this? If there was one thing that would make all of this better, that would make the energy between the two of us somewhat normal, then it was this conversation. It was something that would be able to break the ice, that would be able to keep us talking to one another until we were comfortable with one another again. I thought about prompting her, about saying something extra that would encourage her to start talking and explaining what was happening. But even as the thought entered my mind, I kne