You Got To Believe Me

Chapter Nineteen

Corbyn

I got up earlier this morning than all the other mornings. I just was so refreshed and couldn't sleep any longer. That's what I get for going to bed early last night.

I was just tuckered out for all the fun at the park with Jack. The memory making me grin. Jack was so fun to be around. I really liked him.

It was Christina's turn now though, and I wasn't going to lie I was a little disappointed to be hanging out with her and not Jack. It's guess I already had a favorite, and Jack was it. That sounded bad, but it was true.

I walk into the kitchen, turning the light on, a yawn escaping me, forcing my eyes shut. When I open my eyes back up, a gasp leaves me, my eyes bulging out.

What the actually fuck! I thought Jack promised to not do this again. But here we are, it not my living room this time but my kitchen!

Cabinets were torn off and the stove has torn to pieces, as well as the microwave and just about every other kitchen appliances I had. Deep claw marks with Jack's scent once again everywhere.

Okay once was a accident but twice! This better not become a pattern. I thought Jack and I were getting along! What is happening. Did he secretly hate me and was taking it out on my house to get me to make him leave.

But he seemed so devastated the last time it happened. He was scared I was going to make him leave and choose Christina as my mate. Was he just a really good actor? I didn't understand.

I was on the other hand irritated. I had to buy a whole ass new kitchen! I growl to myself, my eyes darkening. This is not going to fly. Jack is either going to have to tell me the truth or...I don't know. As much as I hated waking up to this type of stuff I didn't want him to leave. I really did like him. But I can't afford buying new things all the time.

I march back up the stairs and to Jack's door, knocking harshly, no doubt waking him up, before just going in.

Jack was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily, making me awe to myself at the sight. He was so freaken cute. No Corbyn! Focus!

"Jack." I speak, my voice rough and I knew my eyes were shifted slightly to my coyote ones.

Jack snaps to attention, a slight whine coming out of his pretty lips when my alpha coyote takes control of me a little bit, my alpha voice out.

"Yes....?" Jack asks, looking at me deeply confused, trying to figure out why I was so mad.

"My kitchen." I state, like its obvious, because it was.

"Your kitchen?" Jack repeats, looking even deeper in the land of confused.

A growl leaves me, my nails shifting into claws. "Its torn to bits and guess who did it?"

Jack's eyes widen and he gasps. "What!?"

"Don't play innocent! You said this would happen again! And yet my kitchen is destoryed and I have to buy new...everything!" I shout, my hands thrown up into the air.

"Corbs, please you have to believe me, I didn't do it." Jack says, frantically getting out of bed.

"Oh what, someone with your exact scent did it and is pinning it on you?" I ask sarcastically.

"Yes." Jack says before seeing my hard look and shrinks himself down. "No...I don't know." He corrects himself.

"Well while you figure it out, I will be at Home Depot." I tell him, walking out of his room and slamming the door.

I walk down the stairs before I start to get my shoes on. Why couldn't he just admit it! It was clear he was the one doing it. No one else had his scent or was a feline species in this household.

I don't even care if he was unconsciously doing it! The least he could do was admit it and I could find help for him. I liked him so much and it hurt knowing he was lying to me. We were so good together...at least our human forms were. But if Jack's panther didn't trust me...I don't know what I can do.

"Hey, want some company?" Christina asked, already dressed for the day and by the door.

She had a sad look in her eyes and a soft smile on her lips. She no doubt saw the kitchen.

I take a deep calming breath. "Yeah sure it would be nice. It will stop my thoughts from spiraling into hatred."

"I told you you couldn't trust him." Christina pointed out.

"He promised it was a one time thing." I try to defend him.

"Well obviously he lied. Your kitchen is evidence enough of that. It is even worse than last time. He is just going to keep destroying your things Corbyn. You may have to kick him out."

"I...I don't want to go that far yet." I explain to her, feeling deeply connected with Jack, especially for it only being the first month.

"Well he apparently doesn't like you the same way you like him. I actually want to be here. I want to be mates with you. I would never hurt you or your things. I mean is this seriously the type of mate you want? The type that can easily lie to you and go behind your back and trust just to completely destroy you. First it is your house, what's next your heart?" Christina lectures me.

"I don't know!? Let's just go get a new kitchen." I tell her, my brain feeling overloaded and my heart heavy...because she was low key right. I just didn't want to believe it.

Maybe it was time to spend more time with Christina, get a sense of what she was like. She did seem like a wonderful person so far and I really was excited to learn more about her...just not as excited as I was with Jack. But time to push that feeling aside.