Why My Mate Cries
Chapter 69

ALIYAH’S POV

I swallowed hard, trying to clear my mind and think. Because of the fear that was rising under my skin, I was battling to keep my breathing under control. My legs trembled as I feared Samarra would locate me and kill me at any minute.

“Miss…”

My gaze was drawn to the marketplace’s exit. As I swallowed once more, my breath became faster. This wasn’t good. My anxiety was becoming stronger with each passing second.

“C—Can I trust you?” I looked back at the werewolf in front of me, whose worried gaze was locked on my face.

I didn’t feel threatened in his presence. Even my wolf didn’t seem bothered by him offering his help, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking because I was anxious how he’d respond. I wanted to see it in his eyes that he had no intention of hurting me….

“Try me. I’m not as bad as you might think.” His eyes dropped to my knees. “You can’t run fast in that state. Your wounds aren’t healing fast.”

He was right. My wolf was weak, resulting in me having a very slow healing process. He then narrowed his eyes on me. At the same time, the rain poured more heavily. I wouldn’t be able to run farther at this point, and so even though I was still hesitant, I decided to accept the help he offered.

Shaking with fear, I said, “Please, take me farther from here. She’s going to kill me. “

I noticed how he clenched his jaw before nodding. He then took my hand in his and we walked up to his motorcycle. He hopped on it and then turned to face me.

“Hop in, now!” he said in his urgent tone of voice.

I didn’t waste any time and did exactly what was asked of me. He then started his motorcycle’s engine and drove as fast as he could. I was so shocked that my heartbeat frantically became chaotic inside my chest. I was obliged to put my arms around his waist out of fear of falling.

“Whoever is chasing after you, she has to be a great runner.” The tone of his voice was rough, yet I could feel that I was safe around him for some unknown reason.

I held onto him tighter when he sped up faster. My face leaned on his firm back. He smelled of citrus, a little sweat, and alcohol. His scent somehow comforted me, but the fact that he was driving his motorcycle in a life or death race was making my face pale and my chest too tight. Our speed was making it hard for me to breathe properly.

After almost half an hour of driving, the motorcycle finally stopped. That was the only time I opened my eyes again and let go of him. My body was shaking so badly after his intense, fast driving. Gathering the remaining energy within me, I forced myself to descend to the wet ground.

The man parked the motorcycle just right next to a big tree. As my eyes began to survey the place where we were, I realized that he had taken me into the middle of the forest. Embracing myself, I turned to the man with a confused look.

“W—Why are we here in the forest?” I asked. My voice was shaking because the cold had already engulfed my body.

“This is where I live,” he replied as he breathed out, and then checked the area, ensuring that no one had tailed us. “I think you’re safe here. No one can follow your scent since the rain erased it.”

“I—I hope so… thanks,” was the only thing I said.

“Follow me. You’re freaking cold,” he said.

We followed a trail that brought us to a cabin. This could be his house, but I couldn’t focus on inspecting it closely because my eyes kept looking back on the trail, afraid that Samarra somehow found out what I did and had followed me all the way here.

But it was impossible.

I hoped it was impossible.

The man opened the door and invited me in. As I stood very next to the door frame, I started rubbing my arms to warm myself up. He then approached the fireplace and lighted some wood, warming the entire living room.

His cabin was small, comfortable, and smelled strongly of rust. It was sufficient for a single werewolf but not for a family. I assumed he was living alone because the place was very quiet.

“Have a seat. I’ll get you some clothes and tea,” he said.

I nodded as I swallowed.

The man was kind enough to let me borrow his clothes. After changing inside the bathroom, he then served me a tea, which brought warmth to my stomach. We were both seated on the different couches in the living room. The door was locked and the curtains were closed. He was making sure no one would be able to see me, and I thanked him for that.

“T—Thank you for helping me,” I said with my eyes teary.

He nodded. “What’s your name?”

“Uhm, A—Aliyah….”

“My name is Jaxon Hunter. I am the gamma of the pack,” he introduced himself in his low tone of voice.

“G—Gamma?” My eyes suddenly widened. My anxiety seemed to have spiked dangerously high. I was with a werewolf who worked for Shawn!

Shit. Shit. Shit….

“I can sense your fear.” He tilted his head to the side. “If you think I am as bad as the Alpha and Beta, you better get rid of that idea because I’m not.”

“How can I be sure of that?” I stood up and stepped back.

I didn’t mean to sound suspicious, but it came off that way as I couldn’t help but think that he would only turn me in once he found out that I was Shawn’s sister, and I couldn’t let that happen.

His expression changed. He wet his lips and gave me an intimidating gaze.

“I helped you all the way here. Isn’t it enough?”

He had a point. I bit my lower l*p and continued to carefully look at him. I couldn’t remember if Shawn had brought him to the house before, as this was the first time I’d ever seen his face. There was no doubt that he looked… kind, but I couldn’t let my guard down.

“And who is chasing you, anyway?” he asked curiously.

“A witch….”

“A witch?”

Tears pooled in my eyes as I nodded in response. I gasped for air. I still couldn’t believe that I managed to escape from Samarra, let alone be still alive right at this point.

“There’s only one witch lurking alive in this town. Do you mean the Alpha’s lover?”

My gaze was still locked on him when I nodded. “Y—Yeah…”

He made a low growl. “Why would his witch chase after you? Did you do something?”

“I can’t tell you…” My voice was raspy as I gasped. Again, I shouldn’t lower my guard because this man was still a stranger to me. I shouldn’t trust anyone in the pack, not even him.

He leaned forward, both arms on his knees, and gave me a lethal look while attempting to maintain his patience.

“Piss me off, and I won’t hesitate to replace that witch and hand you over to her.”

“N—No, please,” I begged as my tears streamed down my face. “I’m pregnant. She’s going to kill us. Please, don’t….”

“That can be negotiated.” He held my gaze like I was a captive. “Now, tell me who you really are and how come that f*****g witch is chasing you.”