Micah (bxb)

Boiling point

(Landon)

I was frustrated.

Seems as if I chose violence because the only thing on my mind was murder.

My mate, my fucking mate, decided to leave and not tell anyone where he was going, and now I was worried.

I tried to send him a mind link, but it seemed as if he kept blocking me, so I had no idea how to contact him since he also left his phone.

I walked out of my room and slammed the door, not paying any attention to where I was going, and almost bumped into Alena, who gave me one look and started running.

The wretch was calling for our parents, I know that she was going to tell them about the way I was acting, just so that I could get in trouble.

I started to chase her, hoping that I could get my sister to shut the hell up and leave me alone to fume in peace.

“Mom! Mom! Dad!” Alena shouted, making my blood boil as I chased her down the hallway.

My sister’s shrill voice echoed through the hotel, and the last thing I needed was for Mom and Dad to get involved.

I had enough on my plate with Micah's sudden disappearance, and Alena's tattling only added fuel to my anger; plus, I didn't want to deal with Mom and her wolf right now.

“Alena, stop! You're fucking fifteen!” I growled, but she was already halfway down the stairs, her feet moving faster than I thought possible.

My mind was a blur of worry and rage. How could my mate just leave without a word?

Why was he blocking the mind link?

The fear gnawed at me, pushing me to the edge of panic, and I hated panicking.

As Alena reached the bottom of the stairs, I was only a few steps behind.

She rounded the corner to where Mom and Dad were getting ready to leave.

“Mom! Dad!” Alena wailed again, her voice a mixture of panic and satisfaction, knowing she was about to get me into trouble. Last time I checked, I wasn't a pup anymore, I was twenty. But, why did I feel the need to defend myself when it came to my parents?

Mom and Dad looked up from their conversation, their expressions quickly turning to concern as they saw the wild look in my eyes and the furious pace at which I was moving.

“Landon, what's going on?” Dad demanded in a stern voice.

I skidded to a halt just in front of them, my chest heaving.

For a moment, I couldn’t find the words. My thoughts were too jumbled, my emotions too raw, and I was losing control.

I felt like I was heading back to that place where I used to mistreat Micah, and I hated it.

Mom's eyes softened as she took in my state. The first look I had gotten from her since coming back to the pack, and she didn't want to kill me.

“Landon, take a deep breath and tell us what's wrong.” Mom said, making me sigh.

Alena peeked out from behind Dad, smirking, knowing she had succeeded in getting their attention.

I clenched my fists, trying to control my anger.

“It's Micah,” I finally ground out, my voice low and strained.

“He's gone. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going, and he was blocking our mind link. I… I don't know what to do.” The room fell silent, the tension thickening as the weight of my words sank in.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to think through the anger and fear.

I pictured my mate, the way he’d smile when we were together, the places he liked to escape to when things got too much, it was enough to get me to calm down.

“You didn't listen to Sasha's warning, did you? When you do see Micah, just what were you intended on doing to him?” Mom asked as she stepped closer to me.

I backed away and released a nervous laugh, not liking the way she was crowding me.

“I wasn't going to hurt him, I just wanted to find him.” Right as Mom was about to reply, Micah walked in, and then my anger returned tenfold.

I didn't care if other guests were walking around, I was going to let my mate understand that he couldn't just leave and not say anything.

And he left in a city that he barely even knows! What if something had happened to him or goddess forbid our pup?

I marched over to him and grabbed his arm in a vice-like grip.

He flinches and looks up at me with tears in his eyes.

That's when I calmed down and let go of him, as I instantly felt like shit for what I did.

“Baby, what's wrong?” I asked; he shook his head and started to sniffle, making me groan. I felt guilty about the way that I was acting, and now all I wanted to do was to improve things.

So, I glared at my sister. A silent promise to kill her later.

And told my parents that I was going to talk to Micah without them getting in the way.

Once we were back in our room, I took him in my arms and his body began shaking as sobs racked through him.

“Talk to me, baby.” I pleaded, making him cry even harder.

It took a while for me to get him to calm down, but he did, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I-I was on my way home and I felt your anger through our bond. I thought that you were going to abuse me like you did before, I apologize for acting like that.” My heart clenched at what he said.

It's obvious that he was traumatized by my actions, and I didn't know what to do.

How do I get him to trust me and believe that I would never hurt him the way that I did before?

All I wanted to do was to love him and protect him.

But regardless of me trying, I always seem to mess things up.

The goddess sure hates my guts.