Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

I'm denying him his privacy. I'm about to lie back down when I hear a sharp inhale from inside the bathroom. I'm instantly up on my feet as I speed walk to the door in my blue pyjama pants and white crop top. Gently opening the door, my eyes meet Ivan's reflection as he's standing in front of the mirror, clutching his right arm tightly. I look around him to see tissue papers coated in red. Blood. "Oh my God!" I gasp as I stand frozen by the door.

But who? I followed him straight to our room, my head filled with dread as I fumbled with my fingers. I noticed how tense his body was. He slipped one hand into his pocket, and old blood stained his shirt. There were shadows under his eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed with his back hunched and his elbows resting on his thighs. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. “Tell me what happened.” I made my face look adamant as I watched my husband drag his fingers through his dark, unruly hair. “Who died this time?”

My teeth chatter together from the impact, causing blood to pool in my mouth. Swallowing quickly so Henry doesn’t notice the blood, I turn around to meet his angry gaze, knowing it will be worse if I attempt to keep my eyes from him. I never knew the monster that was lurking just below the surface of my husband. The barely controlled rage that he hid from me for five years. His manic eyes meet mine across the bed, his hand moving down to undo the belt that is holding up his cargo shorts. Resignation moves through me as I come to terms with what is about to happen to me for the sixth day in a row.

I complained. His frown deepened as his gaze drifted past me. I followed his eyes and saw blood smeared across the white sheets. My gaze settled lower on my thighs. His cum mixed with blood was smeared there too. I bit my lip, my gaze refusing to meet his. The sudden realization of the blood made my lower stomach knot painfully. “Uhumm.” He scratched the back of his head, his gaze flickering between the blood and my face. “Shit. Should I call the doctor or— Baby… I’m so sorry, but is this normal?”

I’ve froze in the spot and let myself dwell through the corners of our room. There is something wrong. I can feel it, there is someone looking right beneath my back. The smell stinks then somehow my eyes landed in the trash bin. With my curious eyes, I’ve pulled the white clothing and there I saw it. Hayden’s coat is full of blood. Staring right into the confusion, I’ve finally realized something. My husband is a surgeon, so I guess this is normal? Maybe he had an emergency patient. I shrugged the thought of my mind. Earlier, he told that he got a 12-hour surgery. What happened? Why is he home at that hour?

I saw Beta Caleb giving orders to his men to stash away the dead body. "Margareth? Margareth!" my husband's voice snapped me back from reality. I looked at him with widening eyes. "Huh?" "You need to be check. Fuck, there are blood in your dress," he muttered and cursed more. I looked at my hands and saw the red droplets. "You killed him..." I whispered at him after the family physician checked my vitals. I was lying on my bed inside a room full of white ceiling. My body feels sore from all the pain.

I sighed while ruffling my wet hair using a towel. I just couldn't, but to become more curious about the situation. I can't help but to rethink again, and again, who was that night, and why did his guards stop me? If he really did believe me, then why is he not talking about it? Why is he caging me in his golden cage? A loud bang echoed in the room, making me startled. I gulped when I witnessed my husband. His shirt was covered in blood, but it wasn't that clear since he was wearing a black shirt, but it still scared my whole being in fear.

I placed the cup of the fresh fruit drink in my mouth, emptying it all at once. Remembering that I left Alexander all alone with his bloodied hand, I jumped from my seat and grabbed the first aid box on the way. “Honey, you okay?” My husband's voice followed me, getting closer and closer. We both arrived at the entrance of Alexander's door and knocked gently. His hoarse voice answered us, it only meant that he had been crying too. So many things have been happening lately, I have also never seen Alexander in this state. He was still seated at the same position I had left him earlier. His knuckles were bruised, and the blood was already dry.

He is so heavy. I opened my eyes and then saw that he was closing his. I felt the temperature rising and it was not from me but him. I frowned and tried to push him but what surprised me was when I felt a sticky wet in his clothes. It was from his hips, I tried to move it and look at my hands but my eyes widened when I saw a red stain. I-Is this a b-blood? He is not moving, did he die? While kissing me, seriously? Does he really want to traumatize me even with his death?

“HE IS MY MATE. MY HUSBAND. YOU WILL LET ME IN OR I SWEAR I WILL HAVE YOU BOTH STRIPPED OF YOUR POSITIONS With that I shoved past them, my shoulder ramming into one guard's chest, my hand already reaching for the door handle. I threw the door open and as I barged in, the world tilted on its axis on the sight that lay upon me. Blood. So much blood. The metallic scent of it hit me first, thick and cloying, making my stomach lurch. It was everywhere—soaking through the white sheets of on bed, pooling on the hardwood floor, staining the hands of the pack doctor who knelt beside the bed. And in the center of it all was Darrell. Lying pale and still. And even struggling to breathe properly. His sh