I lied.
It was a mistake.
Now my mate hates me.
Can I blame him?
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After crashing through the door of my bedroom, I slam the door shut with my foot and drop the numerous heavy bags stuffed full of decorations to the floor. Quickly, I lock the door with a gentle click. I turn away from the door and take a few steps toward my twin-sized bed, which needs to be burned. Over time, its cushion has slowly transformed into a slab of concrete since it was made, if I had to guess, sometime in the first century
I collapse with a deep huff and ignore the zap of pain the mattress sends throughout my body.
Today was exhausting. I guess planning your fated mate's mating ceremony with another female can take its toll on the body.
My feet hurt.
My back hurts.
My hands hurt.
My heart hurts.
I'm also a sweaty mess and my skin feels crusty. I need a shower but I'm too tired to care. It's just a little stink and some rest wouldn't hurt.
A few minutes. That's all I need, then I'll shower and go to bed. That way, I'll get enough sleep to live another day as the pack punching bag, parading around as if my heart isn't being pounded into oblivion every second of every day by my mate and this pack.
Only two more days.
On that note and with a gentle smile, my eyes close.
Just a few minutes. Then, I'll shower. Then, I'll sleep.
That's all I need. A few min . . .
***
A booming knock startles me awake, and my eyes fly open as my heart rapidly beats beneath my chest. What the what? I look at the clock. It's now two in the morning. Wow. I've been asleep for hours now and it doesn't feel like it. Honestly, I could sleep another week, and I'd still feel tired. I lift my shoulder to gauge how my body feels. The painful pinch reminds me that sleep has done little for my rundown body. My head falls back as I let out an irritated sigh.
My skin feels grimy, and I'm reminded that I was supposed to shower. The showers are closed now, which means no shower for me. At least not until the showers open at five o'clock on the dot. Great. Now I must wake up extra early to fit in a shower before cooking breakfast for the entire pack.
I run my hand over my forearm, gauging whether I can get away without a shower. The sticky texture tells me I need one. There's no way I'm spending another day like this. Nope.
Early it is. I sigh.
The knocking returns, and I remember that's what woke me up to begin with and it's right at my bedroom door.
