Becoming Submissive (girlxgirl)

Chapter Eighteen- Angry and In Love

I'm so proud at how long this is. oh and sorry for the taking so long to update

I loved him and all that he did for me but I couldn't love him the same way he loved me.

Chapter Eighteen- Angry and In Love

Amelia's POV

I paced back and forth, the only sound in the still room being my shoes hitting against the floor. Peyton was still unconscious, her body taking its time to heal. I could feel her spirit growing stronger as it healed itself until it was brand new. But even though I could feel her getting better, I couldn't stop myself from constantly worrying.

I wanted to hold her so bad, to inhale her sweet fragrance and hear her soft voice as she mocked me, her lips curling into an innocent smile.

"Stop worrying. She's perfectly fine," River said as he turned the page of his magazine. I ran my fingers through my hair as I exhaled deeply.

"I know that. I just- I'm worried," I sighed as I fell onto the couch. The house was surprisingly quiet but that was to be expected when the Alpha was injured. I glanced at River, noticing how calm he was when I was the complete opposite.

"Is that all that's bothering you?" he asked, his eyes not once leaving his magazine.

"I just feel like it was my fault. Maybe if I had-"

"There was nothing you could have done. You had to save the children. If anything it was my fault for not watching your mate close enough."

"I should've known she was going to do that. She's so stubborn." I chuckled at that, remembering how she always did what she wanted to and how she stuck to her opinions and never faltered. "Anyways, I need you to begin planning a burial so we can do that today."

A sad look replaced his calm exterior as he nodded his head, indicating that he was listening. We exchanged one last glance before he walked off to attend to his duties.

Again, I began to pace back and forth as I slowly became impatient. Only a few minutes later, a forgotten smell invaded my nose. The smell was familiar, one I used to hate when I was younger.

I glanced up from the floor, making eye contact with Matthew. I stood there, speechless. The last time I had seen him or been alone with him was a few years back. He chuckled nervously, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

"I came to see how she was doing," he said with a closed smile. "Am I supposed to call you Alpha now?"

"Call me whatever you want, Matty," I replied, my eyes focused on my hands.

"Matty? I don't think I like that name."

Groaning, I stood up straight, my eyes boring into his. "What's your problem, Matthew? What did I do to you?"

"I just can't believe that out of all the people," he raised his voice, his crazy eyes wide," you are her mate."

"I can't help that. It's not like I chose her to be mine."

"You're the reason why sh-she's gay."

My wolf stirred, suddenly angry at what this boy was saying. He had some serious balls to talk to his Alpha in such a way. I was lenient with him, considering we were childhood friends but he crossed the line and I was going to let him know.

"Watch your tone, Matthew. I'm still your Alpha."

"My Alpha? When the fuck did I agree to you ruling over me?" He chuckled as he walked in my direction before taking a seat on the couch. "God, you see, I almost forgot why I hated you so much. But I remember so clearly now."