A New Love A New Change

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Chapter 4

*Katherine's POV*

I covered myself back up flinching in the process. I didn't know how long I could stay. Especially if Caleb was looking for me. I could potentially put everyone in danger. I couldn't risk that. It would weigh me down with guilt if these gentleman got hurt. I kept looking at the man who had found me. There was something about him that made me feel safe and comfortable.

I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad one. I watched them both as they talked at the door. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I looked around the den of the log cabin. It was massive! There was a fireplace, the couch I was on, three chairs, a beautiful rectangular oak coffee table on top of a mountain lion rug, a pool table, a bar, and different animals and pictures of family on the walls.

It was quite the place. One of which I would never be able to afford. I wanted to look around, let the curiosity get the best of me, but I was tired. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink and I felt so drained. I looked over and the two men were still talking. I made that my que and got up to go find the kitchen.

I wrapped the blanket around me the best I could and I made my way to the room that conjoined this one. I flipped the light switch with my elbow and came across a big dinning room with a huge oak table and fourteen matching chairs. Above it was a huge glass chandalier. My mouth dropped open at the spectacle. I had never been anywhere like this before. It was utterly breath taking.


I jumped almost losing my blanket. I turned to see my mysterious saviour in front of me. He was at least a foot taller than my 5'2". With black wavy hair that almost fell into his eyes and a scruffy beard that needed to see a trim, and those eyes! Baby blue eyes as light as a pool of water that I could swim in all day. His skin was darkly tanned, he had wide shoulders that complimented his thick forearms. This man was to die for, sex dripped from his head to his toes.

Wait. Why would I ever think of something like that? I must have hit my head pretty hard. I watched as his mouth moved and finally my brain caught up with me.


"Are you looking for something?" He asks.

"A glass of water. I'm sorry I didn't mean to snoop." I blush from embarrassment of getting caught gwaking of all things.

"You're okay love. Let me help you though. Your in no condition to be trying to use your hands."

"Um thank you. I, uh, didn't catch your name," I stuttered.

"I'm Troy."

Lord, the way he said it would have my panties getting wet had I had any on. I felt my face heat up at the thought. I licked my lips at the thought of something so wonderful. I had learned my lesson though. My husband had known me for years and was sweet at first but ended up an asshole. Yet, he never sent tingles up my spine like this.

"Would you like for me to show you the kitchen?"

I nodded. His slight southern draw had my heart skipping a beat. I followed him to the next room clutching the blanket with my forearms. The kitchen was just as magnificent as what I'd seen so far, granite counter tops lined three of the walls and there was a huge island with a sink in the middle of the room. Along the fourth wall was a pantry, the refrigerator, and a stove top oven. It was a little dusty in here but still breath taking.

He went to one of the oak cabinets above the counter and pulled out a glass. I watched him walk to the sink to fill it up and couldn't help but notice how he glided like a predator, but so far he seemed like no threat. That walk even made my heart skip a beat.

He set the glass on the island and fished around in a drawer for something. I got closer to see what he was doing and noticed he had found a straw. He put it in the glass for me and I leaned forward and drank. It felt so good as it slid down my throat. I hadn't really noticed how thirsty I had been until now. After I had drank most of the glass I thanked him.

"Would you like for me to make you something to eat as well love?"

I looked up shocked at the gesture.

"That does sound wonderful, but I really need something to wear other than the blanket. Maybe a shirt and some boxers?" I asked.

"That's fine. Hold on and I'll go get you something descent."

I watched him walk to a staircase to the left of the kitchen and climb them. I finished my water and turned around to go back to the den.

I sat back down on the couch and laid my head back. My arms were getting tired from holding up the blanket, and my head and hands hurt so bad. Maybe it would be a good idea to get everything x-rayed. I felt like I could go to sleep and sleep for days. It was a wonderful idea. I would be safe here just for a little while. I didn't have to hurt anymore, but I would always be on the run and I didn't want that. I sighed in frustration.

"You okay love?"

I lifted my head to see Troy standing in front of me. He had a shirt and some boxers in his hand.

"Yes. Thank you. I'm just hurting really bad," I replied.

He nodded with his brows furrowed. He set the clothes beside me on the couch.

"I'll be in the kitchen. Holler if you need anything."

I nodded and waited for him to leave the room. As soon as he left I relaxed my arms letting the blanket fall. I reached for the shirt and flinched in pain. This was such a pain in the ass. I sighed and tried again. I couldn't do it. Tears formed in my eyes. I didn't want to ask for help. I had always done things on my own. Why was this happening to me?

*Troy's POV*

I looked in the refrigerator and found eggs, milk, and ground chuck. I wasn't sure what she liked. I opened the freezer and there was a pack of bacon. Maybe I could thaw it out and cook her some breakfast? I wonder if she even liked breakfast? I sighed and took the bacon out. I stopped the sink up and ran water over the bacon to thaw it. I gathered a couple of skillets and set then on the stove when I was overwhelmed with a sense of sadness. It took my breath away.

I took in some air and froze knowing why. I could smell salt and hear a slight whimpering noise. My heart clenched, she was crying.


Her voice was full of pain. I ran like I've never run before and was quickly at her side. I knelt down in front of her grabbing her face and wiping her tears away.

"What is it love? Tell me what's wrong."

All I wanted to do was hold her. Make her see that she wasn't alone. I yearned to just see her smile and to kiss every tear away.

"I need help. I can't put on the shirt or the boxers. I can't grab or touch anything without my hands hurting. I just want to be normal. To do this myself without having to ask like a child," she cried.

I brushed her hair back and tilted her chin up slightly to look at me.

"It's okay love. Everyone needs help sometimes. How about I help and you just relax? You've had a long day. I'm going to make you some late night breakfast, and I'll even feed you if I have too. Just take this night and relax? Your safe with me and I won't let anybody hurt you ever again."

Her crying eased up and her sniffles died down. She seemed to contemplate something for a second before nodding in agreement. I grabbed the shirt and lifted her arms above her head. I slid it down her arms and over her head carefully. I took the boxers and put her legs in each hole before helping her up and sliding them up to her waist.

She watched me the entire time with those beautiful brown eyes. I stood there holding her, enjoying the feeling of tingles being so close to her gave me. She was dressed and tired looking and all swole up, but she never looked sexier now than in my arms.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked.

I was a little taken aback by her words, but I answered honestly and with every feeling I had swelling inside of me.

"Because you're beautiful love, and nothing bad should ever have happened to you like this. It's alright to take a break and let someone take care of you. There's nothing wrong with being pampered like the beauty you are. You're hurting and you're at battle with yourself. Just relax okay? I've got you. And nothing will hurt you while I'm around."

I looked at her and for the first time I felt she was at peace. I knew she knew I was being honest. I pulled her in for a hug and she hugged me back. We sat like that for a moment before I pulled back and set her back down on the couch. I pulled the throw over her legs and gave her a couch pillow.

I turned to go back to the kitchen and she asked, "Please don't leave me alone tonight?"

I turned back to her and said, "I promise I won't."

She nodded and laid her head on the pillow. I walked into the kitchen and prepared to cook bacon and eggs.

Troy, Blake mindlinked me.

Yes Blake?

No one knows about the girl, but a Sherrif did come up to the rez asking the Alpha if he or anyone else had seen her. He had a picture with him and said her name was Katherine Dotson. Her husband reported her missing a few hours ago, and he said he thought maybe someone had came and took her out of their home. That she never leaves without letting him know.

I stood there with a frown on my face. My brain running a hundred miles per hour. My anger boiling to the surface over a simple word. Husband.

Is she married Blake?

I looked her up Troy and she is. But she ran. And she seemed terrified of something. So if the husband knows this happened and she ran, then he's trying to get her back pretty bad. The question is, why? Blake responded.

I nodded knowing Blake couldn't see me. It was a very good question though. I finished the bacon and eggs and set them on a plate. I refilled her glass with water and headed toward the den.

She was lying there staring at the ceiling. She looked so fragile and lost. When I got closer she looked at me and then down at the plate with food on it. She quickly sat up and I sat beside her to help her eat.

"Katherine, may I ask you something?"

She looked back at me and nodded.

"Why is your husband looking for you?"

She froze. Panic and fear creeping back into her eyes with a quickness. She looked down at her lap trying to shield herself with her hair.

"You've got to tell me something love. I want to know why your hiding. He has the sheriff looking for you."

"Oh God. Please, please don't send me back. If you can't keep me here then I will go. But please? Don't send me back," she sobbed.

She looked back up to me and terror was written all over her face. It was as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed me over and over again. Tears fell from her eyes again, so I sat the plate and cup on the coffee table and grabbed her face gently wiping at them again.

"I didn't say anything about sending you back. I just need to know what's going on so I can keep you safe love," I soothed.

"He did this to me. After years of hurt and abuse I finally got away. If I go back or he finds me he'll beat the shit out of me. I can't go back!"

I felt the rage overcome me. Just then the only thing stopping me from changing, tracking him down, and ripping his throat out was the promise I had made not to leave.

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