The Twin

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Whoa, easy there," I muttered. "You need to rest."

Vincent winced as he relaxed against the pillows, his eyebrows furrowed and his face covered with a thin sheet of sweat. I grabbed the washcloth and dipped it in the cold water, knowing it would make him feel better. He sighed as I began wiping his face, his body relaxing a little more.

"Thank you," he murmured.

I smiled, "You're welcome, how are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," he groaned.

"Yeah, it's going to hurt for a day or two. Your ribs are definitely broken, so you'll have to take it easy for a few days."

He nodded, "Judging by my challengers, many of your warriors do have skill, but they're lazy. They don't fully think their attack through, don't pay attention to their opponent's body language and fight with their anger. If my dad trained them, I don't understand how they're this....weak."

I sighed, placing the cloth in the bowl, "They're lazy."

"How come you don't train them?"

"Dominic never allowed me to...train. I can't even fight well."

I looked away, ashamed of my ignorance with fighting. A light touch had me looking back up, my eyes locking with his.

"Hey, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. It just makes you even more special, it makes the pack and I even more protective of you. Once I'm healed, I'll train you, sound good?" He asked, stroking my cheek.

I smiled, "Sounds like a plan."

"Good. Now, come here."

"Vincent, if you think that I'm going to have se—

"My, my, such a dirty mind. I just want you to lay next to me, that's one thing that I missed. Lying beside you," he said softly, his cheeks turning a little pink.

I chuckled, but slipped in beside him. I blew out a breath as I laid my head on his good shoulder, my hand tracing his muscles. We laid in silence, buried in our own thoughts. I eventually closed my eyes, growing tired from the comfort.

"Hey, babygirl, did you see my phone?" Vincent asked, stepping into our room.

I frowned, "No, why?"

"I need it, it's important. My friend is supposed to text me her address so I can take her to work."

"Her?"

He looked up with a frown, "Don't start, please?"

"Who is she? I'm just curious."

"A co—worker."

"Vincent."

He sighed, "She's not my type nor my mate, you shouldn't even be worried."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I am going to worry when my boyfriend refuses to even give me a name. Is this why I can't touch your phone anymore?"

"No, that's because you accidentally texted my boss, several different times. But her name is May, alright?" He huffed.

"See? Was that so hard? Now, how old is she?"

He rolled his eyes, "Seriously, you should learn to trust me more."

"Vincent, she's another female touching what's mine. If you don't want my wolf finding her, I suggest you just answer the damn question."

He glared at me for a moment before searching for his phone again, "She's the samw age as you."

"Cool."

"Found it!" He cheered, standing up. "I got to go, see you later! Love you."

He briefly kissed me on the lips before rushing out the door, mumbling profanities as he dropped his keys.

"Yeah...see you later," I sighed.

"Baby, you awake?"

I opened my eyes to see Vincent sitting beside me, his lips grazing against my flesh. I growled lowly when I caught her scent.

"You wreak of her and arousal," I sneered.

He nodded, "She was apparently horny and tried seducing me. It creped me out."

"Really? Is that why I could feel the pain?"

He froze, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What pain? I wasn't doing anything with her. I literally left her on the side of the road...I mean, it wasn't far from her house. I didn't really feel bad."

"The pain of my mate having sex with someone else," I spat.

"Babygirl, I swear, I didn't screw her."

"You smell of her and arousal and you're home extra late. If you can't just be honest with me, then maybe—

"You are not breaking up with me for a stupid misunderstanding," he snapped, cutting me off. "Stop making assumptions! I can't stand bitches like you!"

I glared at him, "Get out."

"No."

"Vincent, if you don't leave, then I will."

He stared at me for a moment, "Fine."

My eyes flew open, adjusting to the surrounding darkness. Beside me, Vincent was sleeping, his soft snores making me chuckle. I went to sit up, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist, keeping me still.

"Where are you going?" He mumbled, half asleep.

I frowned, "To get a glass of water."

His eyes fluttered open, "You're upset."

"I had another dream, but I don't know if it's a memory."

"Most likely is, whatever made you forget is pretty weak. What happened in it?"

"How's May?"

He froze before groaning, "Not this again!"