The Beast's Possession

**Bane

pov**

Two days. It had been only two goddamn days as I was already losing my mind.

I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep and focus on jack shit.

One drunken mistake I made pushed her so over the edge, she single-handedly came up with a way how to fucking try to kill herself and put my plans in jeopardy. Of all the reactions she might have, this one was the last I could think of.

I needed to break her, that fighting spirit in her, and ensure she understood it was in her best interest to follow every command I gave, nothing else.

Driven by nothing but pure frustration, I groaned and tossed the paperwork off my desk. I couldn't focus on the things I enjoyed, let alone piles of stupid documents. Just as I was about to trash the place to get rid of that pent up anger, someone knocked on my office door.

"Come in," I growled and ran a hand through my hair. A weak attempt to calm down.

The door opened and Trevor stepped in. He was one of the doctors that recently joined my pack, the one I chose to look after the little, suicidal troublemaker. "Alpha," he greeted me and bowed.

"Any news?" I didn't waste time on unnecessary pleasantries.

Everyone in the pack who mattered pretty much knew how important it was for me to ensure the girl lived. Trevor including.

If she didn't pull through, there was no way I could control Killian. For as long as I had something he desperately wanted, Killian was nothing but a puppet in my game. "She's awake," Trevor announced.

At the words, I shot to my feet and roared at him. "You should have started with that part!"

Trevor stepped aside as I rushed past him and out of the office.

While she was unconscious, I didn't enter the bedroom. I swore to spend my nights in the office or any of the guest rooms just to ensure the doctors had easy access to her and there was plenty of room for medical equipment. Now that she was awake, she could forget about any chance of having a moment to herself.

I was hell bent on staying around. Fuck it, I would breathe down her neck every second of her life if that was what it took to ensure she stayed alive.

Before I could notice how fast I moved, I already stood at my bedroom door.

From now on, I couldn't make more mistakes. I had to think twice each time I spoke and acted, simply to ensure she didn't think of pulling the same trick again.

Slowly, I brought my hand to the handle, twisted it, and opened the bedroom door.

Reject sat on the bed, seemingly deep in thoughts, eyes cast down.

I froze in the doorframe. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman wearing my shirt.

My affairs were very private and I always made sure my flings didn't get too comfortable. But this one, it wasn't even an affair, more like an unpleasant situation for the both of us.

But facts aside, I couldn't deny that I liked the view.

Sure, it would be way better without all that medical crap surrounding her and the blood-soaked bandages all over her body, but still.

There truly was something oddly magic about a woman, wearing my clothing while she sat on my bed.

What was even weirder was that I didn't feel like her presence was an invasion of my privacy. Ever since I could remember myself, I hated having anyone in my personal space, but I couldn't claim I hated her presence. At least for now. Once I managed to break out of the stupid thoughts, I straightened my posture and quietly closed the door behind me.

Then, I stepped closer to the bed and cleared my throat to grab her attention.

Her head shot up and eyes focused on me.

In all honesty, she looked like absolute shit. Tired, weak and broken beyond repair. This type of broken wasn't exactly what I meant when I said I liked my women broken. No, this was too much.

The moment the thoughts about the possibilities of having gone too far started running through my mind, I quickly shook them off and focused on what was more important. "You're awake," I stated.

My voice came out weaker than I intended it to be and her reaction was pretty much non-existent.

As I stepped even closer and sat on the bed, she tried to move away from me. Tried, being the key word. The moment she attempted to move her body, a weak hiss of pain left her.

Of course, now that I knew she hadn't gotten her wolf yet, I knew the healing would take more time than for anyone else.

"Don't move around too much. You need to rest and heal first."

Funny how even I found my statement completely ridiculous. In a way, I was responsible for her state. Not completely since she did this to herself, but I was sure hearing something like this... well, I had to be the last person she wanted to hear to say those words.

And again, I had to shake off the stupid thoughts and focus on reality.

"How are you feeling?" I finally asked.

Her eyes took me in as if she looked at me for the first time. Then, her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but not a sound left her. A cute frown appeared on her face soon after.

Cute? Wait. What the fuck was I thinking? Since when did I think of this reject as anything close to cute? It had to be some stupid, new sense of guilt that guided my thoughts, yes, that had to be the case.

I cleared my throat and mimicked her frown. "Well?"

She opened and closed her mouth again, I could see that she was genuinely trying, but since she didn't succeed, she gave up. I watched how her shoulders slumped as she pointed at her neck, as if trying to tell me something. It took me more time than I would like to admit to realize she couldn't speak.

"You nearly clawed your throat out, so I suppose it makes sense. The doctors said you have a good chance at full recovery, so let's not dwell on the negative for now." I explained as I already thought of a couple of doctors I should call to check on her in near future.

Since she couldn't speak, I decided to try to read her body language and answer questions I could catch on.

Her eyes scanned the room. "You're in my bedroom," I stated. When her eyes widened, I chuckled. "I need to keep an eye on you so you don't pull off a stunt like that anymore."

Clearly, she wasn't happy about this new development, but she brought it upon herself, so I decided to lay out all of the new rules for her.

"From now on, you're moving into this room. I had the maids bring all of your stuff here while you were unconscious anyway. I will work from my bedroom so I can be around at all times. You're not allowed to leave my side, no matter what. Now, stop acting like any of this surprises you and let me help you out of the bed. You stink, I'll give you a bath."