I've had better days than lately. Waking up seems to take a lot longer, going to sleep is a major struggle, and the days just drag on.

Besides that, Greyson was in a coma for nearly two weeks. Thankfully, his father took over. Strangely, id never actually met his father until now. You can certainly tell that Riley and Greyson both take after their father. His name is Zander and acts exactly like Greyson. It is kind of creepy to say the least.

I hadn't actually been able to speak with Greyson. In the hours that he'd been awake since his coma, I'd been tucked away in a lab while doctors poked and prodded me with needles, werewolf doctors that is.

They had been on a wild hunt for answers as to how I had managed to come back from, well, the dead. You would never know that I'd had a gash in my throat less than a month ago except for the scar that marks my throat now.

I was just glad that after weeks of being experimented on, the imbeciles had finally come up with a reason.

Now, I was just sitting in a hospital chair next to Greyson as he slept.

I wanted to laugh out loud at the situation. Usually, I'd be the one laying in the bed practically dying.

I felt kind of awful saying that, though. Watching him sleep so peacefully covered in burn marks from the silver chains that won't heal completely for another week or so saddened me immensely. I couldn't help but wonder if this was exactly how he acted seeing me on these beds.

My thoughts were interrupted as Greyson's eyelids slowly opened. Once his eyes landed on me, his whole body jerked forward.

"Alex," he sputtered as he grabbed me and crushed me into him. For a very tired person, he sure as hell was awake now.

"Hey," I said quietly as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn't help but smile when I felt something I haven't felt in forever. Sparks.

I think Greyson noticed it as well as he pulled back and looked at me in confusion.

"What the hell?" He said as he grabbed my hand and ran his hand down my arm feeling the tingles.

"She's back." I said. Immediately, his eyes connected with mine. It wasn't even a second later before his lips crashed into mine. It was a really needed kiss.

His hand cupped the side of my neck as his palm touched the mark making even more sparks. Then, his thumb ran over the scar on my throat which happens to be more puffy than I'd like.

He pulled back quickly and his eyes  immediately landed on it.

"He killed you. I watched him," he said as he shook his head. "You're suppose to be dead," his head continued shaking side to side as if trying to convince himself I weren't actually here.

"I came back," I prayed he didn't think I was crazy or even worse; that he was crazy. "We really were connected."

"But your throat was slit!" He panicked. "Oh my god. I'm seeing things." He mumbled.

"No," I chuckled. "I did die, but I came back, too. It's kind of complicated to explain, but when I died, we both hit such a great hight of emotions that it actually brought my wolf back. She healed me." I said. Even to me it sounded crazy.

"How the hell do you have emotions when you're dead?" His eyebrows furrowed together.

"Trust me. Even when I'm dead, there's a lot of emotions filled with in me. One being anger." I muttered the last part to myself. I looked away from Greyson thinking about the flashbacks I had.

Those were awful points in my life. Those were my all time lows. Those were the times I truly weren't myself. I was completely rogue. Well, more or less.

Greyson cupped the sides of my face with his hands and made me look back at him. His face held worry and love.

"What were you feeling back there, baby?" Thinking about everything I felt made me feel sick. I wanted to go sob in a corner by myself thinking about all the awful things I had done to people and myself.

"Well, I couldn't breathe, obviously. it was terrifying. I was trying to get air, but nothing was working. I was extremely annoyed. Then, all of these memories came to my mind. Just...awful memories of awful things I had done. I was disgusted. I should have died, Grey." Tears were brimming my eyes as I looked down at the sheet that covered Greyson's body. "Over everything that I felt, though. The one feeling that topped it all was complete and utter fear. I was terrified I'd lose you. I seen you run after Liam and-and I didn't know what to think." I choked out.

"I had to-"

"You did exactly what I would have done, and that could have got you killed," I let a tear fall from my eye and trail down my cheek. Greyson's hand quickly came up and wiped the tear away. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I hated knowing that Greyson acted on anger like I always do.

"No tears. You're too beautiful." I bit the inside of my lip as he said those sweet words. "I would die a thousand times just to see you live your life happy."

"I could never be happy without you." The room fell silent after that. I can't remember the last time I'd been so open around people. It had been a long time since is even cried over something like this.

I fell asleep with my head on Greyson's chest in his little hospital bed. Although it wasn't our bed at the pack house, I still slept soundly because no matter where I am, as long as I'm with Grey, I'll always feel at home. He's the only real home I have ever come to know.

I didn't expect to wake up where I did. I was in Greyson and I's bed. I knew it before I even opened my eyes. The familiar scent of the pillows and texture of the silky sheets gave it away.

I slowly opened my eyes and found Greyson sleeping peacefully beside me. This time I honestly didn't care if I woke him up. I crawled over to him and snuggled myself into his side. His large arm came around and crushed me into his side even more.

It was really nice to be completely honest.

"I thought you might like sleeping here better than a hospital bed." Greyson's husky voice sounded through the room. I looked up to meet two grey eyes.

"You thought right." I said as I drew swirls on his bare chest with my pinkie. "Aren't you suppose to be like in the hospital, though?"

"Nah, they just kept me for observation."

"Oh." We didn't really say anything else. The room feel silent as I continued drawing circles and Greyson played with my short hair.

It went on like this for a while. I was in to much bliss to even breath to loudly. I didn't want to ruin it. It was perfect. I wanted to cherish it, but as always one of us had to open our mouths.

"How's Ashton and Karissa?" Greyson asked as he kept playing with strands of my short, dark brown hair.

"Good, I guess. Ash knows what he has to do. He plans on meeting with the council in Germany and Karissa is going with him. They're inseparable now." It was true. Ashton is almost over controlling of Karissa. Karissa would be turning sixteen in a few weeks, so she'll really have it bad once her side of the mate bond kicks in since she's mated to a new council member. 

Like me, once I turn eighteen next year Greyson and I's bond will deepen if that's even possible.

"Liam on the other hand is now said to have committed suicide. Thanks to my quick thinking, we shouldn't have any council Alphas tracking us down for murdering their third in command." It took aloof hard work, but I'd managed to make everything see like suicide. I even created a way to incorporate the party as some big goodbye thing."

"Well, that's not creepy." Greyson said as he kissed the top of my head.

"Shut up." I chuckled and looked back up at him. "Kiss me, Alpha."

"Of course, Kitten." That nickname has actually kind of grown on me.

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Well this was a sweet chapter I guess.

I'm not sure if I explained everything well enough but just to clarify if I didn't:

For the past few chapters Alex truly believes only when her emotions spike as do Greyson's her wolf appears so when she went through all of that crap her emotions spiked immensely as did Greyson's which completely brought her wolf back and then her wolf healed her.

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