Married To The Blind Alpha
Chapter 75: Are You Dying?

Chapter 75: Are You Dying?

Tristan glanced at his watch before shifting his gaze to the man before him. Gerald’s eyes glowed red, and his fangs dripped with saliva.

"Kill... Kill..." Gerald muttered, his voice low and menacing. In a flash, he lunged.

Tristan moved to dodge, but Gerald’s claws still managed to graze his cheek, leaving a thin cut.

Cole, watching from the side, could see that Gerald had lost all sense of reason. He was nothing more than a mindless beast, driven only by the urge to kill. His speed had doubled since their last fight, yet Tristan kept up with him effortlessly.

What unsettled Cole the most was the look in Tristan’s eyes—boredom. The Alpha wasn’t even trying. He treated the fight like a game.

"Getting tired already?" Tristan asked with a lazy smile as Gerald halted his attack.

"Kill. Kill. Kill." Gerald growled, his body trembling with rage.

Tristan sighed and glanced at his watch. Was Aria back from her grandma’s house yet?

Gerald snarled. The way Tristan ignored him only made him angrier. With a furious roar, he lunged again.

Tristan caught both his hands with ease. His grip tightened. Then, with a sharp twist, bones snapped.

Gerald howled in agony, but Tristan didn’t flinch.

"You’re too slow," Tristan said, his voice cold.

Gerald thrashed, trying to break free, but Tristan slammed him to the ground. Dust flew up as he drove his knee into Gerald’s chest, pinning him.

Panic flickered in Gerald’s eyes. His beast still raged, but his body was failing him.

Tristan lifted his hand, fingers curling into a claw, and his lips curled into a smile as he dug into Gerald’s chest.

A cold laugh left Tristan’s lips as he felt Gerald’s beating heart, and the moment he was about to pull it out and end it all, he suddenly stopped.

He removed his hand from Gerald’s chest and said, "You hear voices."

Gerald’s ragged breath filled the air, and a lone tear escaped his eyes after Tristan spoke. His eyes returned back to normal, and the pain of having a hand forcefully opened his chest overwhelmed him.

"End it." He shouted, eager to put an end to his misery.

Tristan let out a sigh, his hands dripping blood from having been inside of Gerald.

"You are strong, Gerald. You have the strength of an Alpha; maybe that is why Cole found it difficult to defeat you." Tristan stated, looking over at Cole, who had a frown on his face. He smiled, shifting his gaze to Gerald, and said.

"Let’s make a deal. I can make the voices stop."

"You can’t. No one can."

"Then it’s a good thing that I am not no one." Tristan replied with a smile.

"If what you want is information about the master, then I have nothing to tell you." Gerald replied.

Tristan looked at the dark sky and he let out a sigh "I want you to protect someone. There are times she unable to tell a friend from a foe and that is what worries me the most."

His golden gaze met Gerald’s grey one as he said, "I will make the voices stop, but in return you will have to protect Aria with your life."

"And if I refuse?"

"I will still make the voices stop. I will allow you to know how it feels to live a life without voices and when see I peace in your eye, them I will end your life." Tristan said with a cold smile and stood up.

Gerald just laid on the floor without saying anything.

"Cole will keep in contact with you. You have three days to make a decision, Gerald. Until we meet again." Tristan said and walked out of the field that he had just fought in.

He was already expecting an attack from Gerald but what he was not expecting was for Gerald to find him so soon. Now, he was curious about the identity of the other witch in the Master side. He is certain that it was that witch that killed Noelle but what bothers him the most is the witch capability to use ancient spell.

.....

It was 9pm and Tristan wasn’t home. A worried Aria was about to call Tristan when she heard the door open.

She immediately rushed to the front door and saw him coming into the house with the help of his cane.

After entering the house, Tristan remove his dark glasses and kept his cane by the side. His golden eyes met Aria worried gaze and he asked.

"Were you waiting up for me? Have you eaten?"

Instead of replying, Aria looked at him, a thought running through her mind and she knew that unless she voice out her thought then she won’t be getting any sleep tonight.

"What’s wrong, Aria? Why are you so quiet and why are you looking at me, like that?" Tristan asked as he walked towards her. His wife was acting strange today, normally whenever he comes back home, she would welcome him with a kiss or a hug but now, she felt different. Did something happened at her grandmother house? And also, why was he sensing magic around the house?

"Are you dying?" Aria finally asked.

"What?" Aria question immediately brought him out of his thought. Why was she asking him that? Why would she even ask him that question? He has be careful to always control his cough around her? And even when he is in pain, he always make sure to control himself and expression so why was she asking him this question?

Seeing the confusion on his face, Aria went to his study, collected the same document she had found on his table and gave it to him.

Tristan collected the document and flipped through it. He let out a soft chuckle as he asked, "Is this the reason you think I’m dying?"

"It is the only reason I could think of. Why then are you transferring all you own to me?"

"Have you ever thought it’s because you are my wife and I want you to have everything I have?" Tristan said there was no way he was telling her that he is dying.

Aria scoffed and asked, "Am I really your wife, though?"

"What are you saying?"

"We didn’t actually get married the way werewolves get married, and still now, you have refused to make me. Is it because you are hoping for a second chance, mate?" Even though she convinced herself that Damien’s words didn’t affect her, she still hasn’t been able to take it out of her mind. Tristan not marking her or sleeping with her should be enough proof that maybe he doesn’t really see her as his wife.

Tristan frowned at her question. "Where is all this coming from? Have you been talking to Hailey again?"

"You are not denying it."

"Neither am I accepting it. What is going on in your mind? We were cool when you left the house, so why are you acting like this?"

"Because I badly want to believe that you feel something for me?"

"You think I don’t? Will sleeping with you and marking you be the proof you need that I feel something for you?"

"Yes," Aria said, closing their distance. "I feel scared that you will end up having a second chance, mate, and then leave me."

"Baby, there is no second chance mate." Tristan said, cupping her cheek. He dropping the document on the floor.

"You don’t know that." Aria said, she leaned to kiss him softly and then put back "Mark me, please."

Tristan closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his again.

Even though he was enjoying her kisses, his mind was thinking on how to escape marking her because he knew that if she becomes mark by him that she will never be able to move on from his death. Even though he wants her to always remember him when he is gone, he still does not want her to live a life of misery.

Tristan pull away from the kiss and seeing the hurt in Aria eyes made him to quickly think of another solution.

"Why don’t you mark me instead?" Tristan asked, hoping that would solve the problem. "Once you mark me, then you don’t have to worry about a second chance, mate, because then I will only be yours." Tristan said, hoping that this suggestion will make her forget about him marking her.

Aria frowned in confusion. "But I don’t have fangs or a wolf. How can I mark you?"

Tristan took a step back and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it to the ground.

Aria’s breath hitched as she saw his bare chest, increasing her desire to have him. She wondered why Tristan doesn’t want to mark her. Could it be that he wasn’t sexually attracted to her?

Tristan captured her lips with his, and a low groan left his lips as Aria wrapped her legs around him.

He carried her to the couch, breaking their kiss.

"You are still a werewolf. You may not have a wolf, but you still have the instinct of a wolf." Tristan said, bringing her hand to his neck.

"Why didn’t Eva mark you?" Aria asked, tracing her fingers on the right side of his neck.

"Because I never allowed her to."

"Then why are you letting me?" Aria asked, her finger stopping at the place she could feel his pulse.

"Because I want you to know that I am yours and will always be yours."

Aria placed her forehead on his, her gaze lock on him as she asked "Do you love me, Tristan?"

Tristan became silent for a moment and then he said "I love you, Aria."

Aria gaze on him became intense after he confessed his feelings for her and for a moment, he wondered if he had a mistake. Maybe, telling her he loved her seen too fast but before he could say something else, he watch as Aria removed her shirt and then unclasped her bra as she whispered.

"Then make love to me."