Resurrected

DarkBeauty357

"Excuse me?" I asked blinking a couple times. What the hell is Stockholm Syndrome? "What did you say?"

"Stockholm Syndrome. Do you know what that is." Alec's voice quivered as he carefully looked at me like I was going to disappear at any moment. Alec's warm hand was placed over my cold hand. "I can't believe this." He studied my face and body, but most importantly my eyes.

"No," I spoke.

He drew in a deep breath then his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes pierced through mine as his gaze dropped to our hands. "Why are your hands so cold?" He asked.

"It has always been like that." I lied with a steady heartbeat.

"No, it hasn't. I don't feel sparks either."

He was right. Witches were cold to the touch but we felt warm inside. "Well, it's not like you really held my hand as mates were supposed to do. So how would you even know? My hands have always been cold like your heart when we first met."

Alec grimaced in pain, "I'm sorry..." His voice was soft and it showed vulnerability. He looked like an innocent man but I quickly reminded myself of what he has done. He would have to earn my affection if he has even changed.

"What is Stockholm Syndrome?" I asked wondering where he was going with this.

"Well, it's basically when someone gets kidnapped and the person, that got kidnapped, starts to develop an emotional relationship with the kidnapper. If you think about it- it makes perfect sense because I basically kidnapped you. Then you started to have feelings for me no matter how cruel I was. I'm sorry that I ever did that to you." Alec said and looked down at his feet. He looked ashamed and his shoulders slacked. I started to feel bad for him, but I wouldn't show it.

"So why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're going back to your pack." He said firmly as he looked into my eyes.

I gasped, "What! Why?"

"Because it's not right. You're honestly just confused. I don't know why you even came back to me because I don't deserve you. You need someone better."

"I just got here and you want me to leave! Do you know how long it took me to get here?" I was angry that he would just try to kick me out on the first day I arrived.

"No that's not what I'm saying!" He argued.

"Then what are you saying!" I yelled.

"I care about you, Leah." He gritted out with confused emotions written on his face. It was almost like it was hard for him to talk about his emotions and how he felt.

"Oh okay. That makes no sense. So you care about me but yet you want me to leave and not come back."

"That's not what I said!" He stated. I crossed my arms waiting for him to explain. "I care about you. I really do. All I'm saying is that you need to go spend a week with your old pack and then decide if you really want me in your life. You need time to think. Away from me..." He sadly trailed off. I had sympathy for him because I finally understood what he was saying, but now he needs to understand me.

I hopped off the barstool and walked over to him. "Listen... I had four months to think about things. Four months. I already decided what I wanted to do and I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to see you first."

"You've been alive for four months?"

"Yes. Anyway, I'm not saying I don't want to see my pack and family. I do, but that's something we are going to do together. Well, if you even want to make things work..." This time it was my turn to falter off with my words.