The Rich Orphan

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Eliza’s POV

“Where have you been?”

“None of your business.” I growled.

“Tell me where you have been.” Mark ordered.

“Fine, you want to know where I have been.” I challenged.

“Yes.” He sighed.

“I have been in an unknown forest, trying to get away from you!” I spat, I ran to my room. Not where I had been sleeping for the past weeks. The place I spent my time when I was younger. It seems like a dream-like haven now. I stumbled into the hazy memory. Shades of pinks and white invaded my blurry vision of tears. Why was I like this? Why did I have such uncontrollable emotions?

I slumped onto the soft white sheets and fell into a deep sleep of pain and relief as I was unconsciously with Noah.

I woke up in state of confusion and embarrassment. I would have to face Mark. Silently I walked towards the kitchen, hoping he would still be asleep.

“Good morning.” Mark looked up from his book.

“Morning.” I rasped. Heading towards the pantry. Quietly I made my toast, not making any communication with Mark. Instead of sitting with him I headed outside, to have some peace and quiet. It was a chilly April morning, especially when you are in pyjamas. Thoughtfully I ate my breakfast, relishing the buttery yummyness. I had too much adrenaline yesterday to realise I was hungry.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Mark was stood behind me, whilst I looked at the meadow.

“I just got so frustrated, that you couldn’t be truthful with yourself, when I can see it so clearly. I shouldn’t have pushed you when I haven’t even found my own mate.” He rambled on.

“It’s okay.” I shrugged not taking my gaze of the rippling grass in the wind.

“Is it?” Mark asked, sitting in front of me, forcing me to look at him. Slowly I fixed my eyes on his warm chocolate brown.

“I don’t know.” I whispered, tears started to threaten to leak from my eyes.

“Please tell me what is wrong.” Mark put a hand on my knee, I frowned at him and he removed his touch.

“Did you understand when I said I didn’t want to have a mate?” I sighed, looking away from Mark’s pitying stare.

“Yes.” Mark commented.

“What did it mean?” I said, meaningful.

“You said that you didn’t want to be in love with him because you had to and that you wanted to love him for who he is.” Mark noted.

“See what I mean?”

“Oh.” He breathed; finally understanding my point and the hatred I have for the mating ritual. “It doesn’t have to be like that you don’t have to be tied to the pack.”

“Don’t lie.” I laughed. “Noah is going to be Alpha, he can’t leave his pack.”

“We’ll sort something out.” Mark expressed.

“You don’t understand.” I shouted. “I. Am. An. Angry. Person.” I spoke each syllable. “I have a complicated life, which will probably end with me killing you all.”

I had already said too much.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Mark frowned.

“It doesn’t matter.” I got up from my chair. “I’m going for a walk.” I mumbled.