The Rejected Female Wolf - Chapter 152: Chapter 152

After a moment, Patrick stops moving, and Elizabeth is staring at him with a blank face. I watch in awe and fear as Patrick starts floating. I frown slightly as I see the pain and fear on Patrick's face. What's Elizabeth doing to him? She drops him a few moments later and some of Ryder's pack warriors grab him.
When the guys grabbed Patrick, I let out a sigh of relief. I'm glad that we don't have to worry about him anymore. I can't believe I was working with him. What was I thinking?
I start to move towards Elizabeth to see if she's ok. I also want to apologize on my behalf.
I watch as Elizabeth runs up to Ryder and he wraps her up in a loving embrace. I continue on my way over to them and I can't help but think of the 'what ifs.'
What if I had been a good mate to Elizabeth? What if I had never bullied her? What if my mom didn't die? Would I have turned out differently if I had both of my parents while I was growing up? I don't have that many memories about my mom, but I do know that she was very loving and caring.
I shake my head and decide to stop thinking about the past. There's nothing I can do to change it now. Besides, I don't think Elizabeth would have been as happy with me anyways. From the few times that I've seen her and Ryder interact, I've seen how good they are for each other and how happy they are. I can't help but feel jealous at the bond they share. I'll never be able to experience that with someone.
Maybe that's why I did all this. I was jealous of what they had, even though I had my chance with Elizabeth so I shouldn't have been jealous.
I'm almost at her side when I hear some commotion behind me. I turn and see Patrick struggling in the guys arms before he is able to free one of his hands. He punches one of the guys in the face before elbowing the other one in the ribs. He grabs the knife from the guy who grabbed it from him.
He swings the dagger around, warning everyone who is close to him to back off. When they move back, he immediately starts running in this direction.
The next few seconds fly by in slow motion.
I watch as Patrick throws the knife before getting tackled, and I hear Carter try to warn Elizabeth. That's going to be no use though. The knife is too close to Elizabeth, she'll never be able to dodge it.
I see the confused look on both Ryder's and Elizabeth's faces as they turn. They were so wrapped up in their own world that they didn't even realize what was happening. My heart aches at the sight.
I can see how happy the two of them are together. I can't take that away from them, and I don't want anyone else to take it away from them. Elizabeth deserves to be happy, especially after everything that I've put her through.
It's in that moment when I realize that I've been stupid and selfish my entire life. It's time to make things right. I'm close enough to her where I can save her life.
My life for hers.
At the last moment, I jump in front of Elizabeth and I feel a burning sensation as the dagger pierces my chest. I fall to the ground with a thud. I blink a few times as I feel waves of pain hit me.
I look up and see that someone already grabbed Patrick and snapped his neck. There's a lot of yelling and screaming going on around me, but I can't focus on what anyone is saying.
I suddenly feel someone shaking my arm and mumbling something to me. I blink a few times, trying to see who's talking to me.
I see a frazzled looking Elizabeth at my side. She looks so shocked with her wide eyes and open mouth. I guess I should tell her what's been going through my mind these last few minutes.
"I'm sorry," I choke out. Elizabeth's bottom lip trembles and she furrows her eyebrows.
"You're sorry for what? You just saved my life! You shouldn't have done that! If anyone should be sorry, it should be me!" She says as tears start leaking out of her eyes. I shake my head and give her the best smile I can.
"No, I'm the one that should be sorry. I've been a horrible person to you and I'm sorry," I confess through my labored breathing. She looks shocked by my confession.
"That's alright, I forgive you. You didn't have to do what you did though. Now, you're going to die," she sobs. I look at her strangely. Why does it matter that I'm going to die? It's not like I was doing anything useful with my life. I was a horrible person to everyone, and I deserve this.
I can't believe that she would cry over me, but that just makes me feel even more guilty for everything I've done to her, especially the stuff from these past few weeks. She's always been a kindhearted person, putting others before herself. I never deserved her, she's way too good for me. I'm glad that she was given another chance and that she wasn't just stuck with me as a mate.